CHAPTER XXVII.
A DUEL OF EYES.
Starbright leaped forward and bent over the form on the bed, clutching at it.
"Dade!" he called, his voice full of alarm.
The figure stirred, and the big, yellow-haired youth drew a breath of relief.
"What's the matter?" asked a dull, mechanical voice. "Oh, is it you, Starbright, old man? Gods! I'm glad you came! Been getting some bad fancies into my head. If I'd had money enough to buy a pistol, or even a little poison——"
"What in the world are you talking about, Dade? Have you gone daffy?"
"No; but what's the use? This is the limit, and—— Who's that?"
Morgan saw Frank for the first time.