The fellow had a good start and he didn't get him until near daybreak.

It's been a stiff pull for the youngster and he seems to feel it was his fault that this cowardly cur you sheltered learned where you kept your money.

If that is true, I hope you won't be hard on him!" Father was unfastening Leon's neckband, mother was rubbing his hands, Candace was taking off his shoes, and May was spilling water father had called for, all over the carpet, she shook so.

When Leon drew a deep breath and his head rolled on the pillow, father looked at Mr.Pryor.
I don't think he heard all of it, but he caught the last words.
"'Hard on him! Hard on him!'" he said, the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"'This my son, who was lost, is found!'" "Oh!" shouted Mr.Pryor, slamming the money on the table.