"Rowan," he said, "I am very sorry to see you like this."
"It's my first day out," Rowan answered. "It's a little trying, you know, especially when the end is so near. I wanted just a few words with you, Deane. It is good of you to come."
Deane nodded. "I only wish there was something I could do," he said.
"There is nothing," answered Rowan.
The girl turned away. "When you want me, Basil," she said softly, "I shall be in the next room."
"You might have some brandy brought up," he said. "I must talk for a few minutes, and I am not feeling very strong."
"I will ring the bell in the other room," she said, "and order it."
She disappeared through the connecting door. Deane, who had found himself watching her slow, even progress, turned once more to the man who sat by his side.
"I never thought I'd see you again," Rowan commenced. "I did my best, Deane. I made friends with Sinclair all right—he was glad enough to have anyone to drink with—and before long he began to tell me about his claim to the Little Anna Mine."
"Did he believe in it?" asked Deane.