Tom Fairfield's Pluck and Luck; Or, Working to Clear His Name

"Well, well, by all that's good! If it isn't Tom Fairfield back again! How are you, old man?" "Oh, fine and dandy! My! but it's good to see the old place again, Morse," and the tall, good-looking lad whom the other had greeted so effusively held out his hand-a firm, brown hand that told of a summer spent in the open.