down your feet like a cat. It's the hardest thing to learn there is, and you 're doing it the first half-hour."
Dan laughed, delighted more than he cared to show. "Well, what of it?" he asked.
"What of it? That's it—what of it. And what caused it, and all about it. Go on and let me think."
The result of all this thought was at least to hover in the near vicinity of a certain conclusion. That conclusion was that at least a few of the characteristics of his grandfather had been passed down to Dan. It meant that possibly, if time remained, he would not turn out such a weakling, after all. Of course his courage, his nerve, had yet to be tested; but the fact remained that long generations of frontiersmen ancestors had left this influence upon him. The wild was calling to him, wakening instincts long smothered in cities, but sure and true as ever. It was the beginning of regeneration. Voices of the long past were speaking to him, and the Failings once more had begun to run true to form. Inherited tendencies were in a moment changing this weak, diseased youth into a frontiersman and wilderness inhabitant such as his ancestors had been before him.
But before ever Lennox had a chance to
