He grasped her hand and held it. So they stood. Then he said:
"Take the little kid with yer. Give him a chance. I'll send him money as long as I live. I ain't got nobody else ter care fur."
She would help the strong man, now, if she could; but how could she? He had this battle to fight alone.
"You wish me to take Wathemah, John?"
"Yes. Give him a chance,—differnt surroundings."
He lifted a bag of money.
"This 'ere holds nearly one hunderd dollars. The boys give it to Wathemah ter go home with yer."
"Did they? How generous!"
The child ran to her, fearful he should be left behind. She hesitated. How could she care for her convalescent husband, and this impetuous, high-strung child? She turned to Kenneth and spoke with him.
Jack lifted Wathemah in his arms and kissed him, saying: