And Herne, pledged to honesty, made brief reply:
"Yes."
There followed a pause; then:
"Will it grieve her—very badly—to know that I am dead?" asked the voice beside him.
"Yes, it will grieve her." Herne spoke as if compelled.
"But she will get over it, eh?"
"I believe so." Herne's lips were dry; he forced them to utterance.
The free hand fastened claw-like upon his arm.
"You'll tell me the straight truth, man," said Bobby's voice in his ear. "What if I—came to life?"
But Herne was silent. He could not bring himself to answer.