And Grandfather Cornelius he knew to be just starting on a
tour of his own and other roads, which included a flying trip to Mexico.
Could it be possible----
In the car his father and grandfather rose to meet him. Cornelius
Woodbridge, Senior, was holding out his hand.
"Cyrus, lad," he said, his face one broad, triumphant smile, "you have
stood the test--the Hezekiah Woodbridge test, sir--and you may be proud
of it. Your word of honour can be depended upon. You are going with us
through nineteen states and Mexico. Is that reward enough for one day's
hardship?"
"I think it is, sir," agreed Cyrus, his round face reflecting his
grandfather's smile, intensified.
"Was it a hard pull, Cyrus?" questioned the elder Woodbridge with
interest.
Cyrus looked at his father. "I don't think so--now, sir," he said. Both
gentlemen laughed.
"Are you hungry?"
"Well, just a little, grandfather."
"Dinner will be served the moment we are off. We've only six minutes to
wait. I'm afraid--I'm very much afraid"--the old gentleman turned to
gaze searchingly out of the car window into the station--"that another
boy's word of honour isn't----"
He stood, watch in hand.
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