Kirby's face was cut and scarred where he had felt Frank's hard fists, and the tough looked on the cool lad with genuine respect and admiration.

His voice, too, and that of Kirby's, touched him like music,low, even, with chording cadences.

The three strangers sat still during the next hour, watching the men cover the furnaces, laughing now and then at some jest of Kirby's.

Only Wolfe's face, with its heavy weight of brain, its weak, uncertain mouth, its desperate eyes, out of which looked the soul of his class,only Wolfe's face turned towards Kirby's.

Come and preach your Saint-Simonian doctrines to-morrow to Kirby's hands.

You remember that man I told you of, that we saw at Kirby's mill?that was arrested for robbing Mitchell?

This is certainly Mr. Kirby's Leptura ceramboides, and perfectly agrees with the Fabrician description of the Cerambyx abbreviatus, except that no mention is there made of its mouth being yellow.

But he" Kirby's attempt at self-control went to pieces.

Kirby's father had been a missionary, at Nablous.

Kirby's personal factotum, as well as superintendent of the mine, was this squat little Syrian, Najib, who had once spent two blissfully useless years with an All Nations Show, at Coney Island; and who there had picked up a language which he proudly believed to be English; and which he spoke exclusively when talking with the manager.

Kirby's rare knowledge of the East had enabled the mine to escape ruin a score of times where a manager less conversant with Oriental ways must have blundered into some fatal error in the handling of his men or in dealing with the local authorities.

But the aspect of Kirby's distorted face there in the dying firelight shocked the Syrian into a grunt of terror.

Even Kirby's declaration that the ridiculous strike be a failure, and that the government would assuredly punish any damage done to the Cabell property, did not serve to impress him.

This was Kirby's sole hope.

Here were stored nearly a hundred old volumes which had once been a part of the missionary library belonging to Kirby's father at Nablous.

Many a time he had warmed before Mr. Kirby's fire in the big living- and bedroom combined, and eaten Mrs. Kirby's fine white cake covered with frosting.

Many a time he had warmed before Mr. Kirby's fire in the big living- and bedroom combined, and eaten Mrs. Kirby's fine white cake covered with frosting.

He had been to Mr. Kirby's house, an' found out Mr. Kirby was in town, an' followed us.

" The boy's eyes never left Mr. Kirby's while he talked.