“What wonder? This goes to one’s head.”
He lay back upon the pillows, his breath coming brokenly. Barnes feared for him.
“I must not stay long, father,” he ventured. “You must rest a little. I’ll come up later.”
He felt the sudden grip of Van Patten’s fingers upon his arm.
“There is so much for you to tell. I’ve lost five years out of your life.”
“There are all the days to come.”
“There must be many—many to make up for the days that have gone.”
“I will try to bring back those days to you.”
“You are glad to be home again, eh?”
“Yes,” Barnes answered truthfully. “You make me glad to be here.”