The sleeper moved uneasily and then awoke. “Are you there, Jack?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t go yet. I dreamed just now, Jack,—dreamed of old times. I thought that Sue and me was being married agin, and that the parson, Jack, was—who do you think?—you!”
The gambler laughed, and seated himself on the bed, the paper still in his hand.
“It’s a good sign, ain’t it?” queried Brown.
“I reckon! Say, old man, hadn’t you better get up?”
The “old man,” thus affectionately appealed to, rose, with the assistance of Hamlin’s outstretched hand.
“Smoke?”
Brown mechanically took the proffered cigar.
“Light?”