His face was alive.

That was what struck Kent--the new life in it.

There was color in his eyes.

And Togs, the dog, was not with him.
He smiled when he shook hands with Kent, and nodded, and chuckled.

And Kent, after that, gripped him by the shoulders and shook him in his silent joy.
"I was up all last night," said Fingers in a low voice.