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"But he mayn't like being looked after, and it's very possible he knows

more about the work than I do. I've only had a military training."

"Jake has had no training at all, and is three or four years younger than

I think you are."

"Then, of course, I'll be glad to teach him all I can."

"That isn't exactly what I mean, although we want him to learn as much as

possible about engineering."

"I don't see what else I could teach him."

Ida smiled. "Then I must explain. Jake is rash and fond of excitement and

gay society. He makes friends easily and trusts those he likes, but this

has some drawbacks because his confidence is often misplaced. Now I don't

think you would find it difficult to gain some influence over him."

"And what would you expect me to do afterwards?"

"You might begin by trying to make him see how interesting his new

occupation is."

"That might be harder than you think," Dick replied. "Molding concrete

and digging irrigation ditches have a fascination for me, but I dare say

it's an unusual taste. Your brother mightn't like weighing cement in the

hot mixing sheds or dragging a measuring chain about in the sun."

"It's very possible," Ida agreed with a hint of dryness. "I want you to

show him what it means; make him feel the sense of power over material.

Jake's rather boyish, and a boy loves to fire a gun because something

startling happens in obedience to his will when he pulls the trigger.

Isn't it much the same when one gives the orders that shatter massive

rocks and move ponderous stones? However, that's not all. I want you to

keep him at the dam and prevent his making undesirable friends."

"Though it's not the thing I'm cut out for, I'll try," said Dick, with

some hesitation. "I'm surprised that you should put your brother in my

charge, after what you know about me."

"You were unfortunate, negligent, perhaps, for once."

"The trouble is that my friends and relations seemed to think me

dishonest. At least, they believed that my getting into disgrace was

quite as bad."

"I don't," said Ida calmly. "What I ask will need some tact, but if

you'll promise to look after Jake, I shall feel satisfied."

Dick was silent for the next few moments, watching the phosphorescent

foam stream back from the launch's bows. Then he said: "Thank you, Miss

Fuller. In a way, it's embarrassing to feel you trust me; but I'll do

what I can to deserve it."

Three or four minutes afterwards the launch steamed round the liner's

stern and ran into the gloom beneath her tall side. There was a blaze of

light above that fell upon the farthest off of the row of boats, past

which the launch ran with her engine stopped, and the dark water broke

into a fiery sparkle as the swell lapped the steamer's plates. A man came

down the ladder when the launch jarred against its foot, and Ida, finding

that Fuller was still on board, went up while Dick steamed across to the

cargo-boat that lay with winches hammering not far off. After talking to

her mate, he returned to the harbor, and when he landed, lighted a

cigarette and studied some alterations that were being made at the

landward end of the mole. He had noticed the work as he passed with Ida,

but was now able to examine it. A number of concrete blocks and cement

bags were lying about.