He will be the principal witness for the state." When Yavapai Joe appeared, embarrassed and ashamed in their presence, Patches said, as courteously as he would have introduced an equal, "Joe, I want my friends to know your real name.

There is no better place in the world than right here to start that job of man-making that we have talked about.

You remember that I told you how I started here." Yavapai Joe lifted his head and stood straighter by his tall friend's side, and there was a new note in his voice as he answered, "Whatever you say goes, Mr.Knight." Patches smiled.

"Friends, this is Mr.Joseph Parkhill, the only son of the distinguished Professor Parkhill, whom you all know so well." If Patches had planned to enjoy the surprise his words caused, he could not have been disappointed.
Presently, when Joe had slipped away again, Patches told them how, because of his interest in the young man, and because of the lad's strange knowledge of Professor Parkhill, he had written east for the distinguished scholar's history.
"The professor himself was not really so much to blame," said Patches.
"It seems that he was born to an intellectual life.

The poor fellow never had a chance.