"What is it?" he faltered. "It's so much—it's so much, I can't say it all at once."
Donaldson turned away from them both.
"He," panted the boy, "he gave himself up for me. They thought it was I, and he went to jail for me."
"It was a mistake on their part," answered Donaldson. "They did n't know."
"And so you shouldered it," she whispered.
"I knew it would come out all right," he faltered.
"A reporter rang me up just now," ran on Arsdale. "He told me the whole thing. The papers are full of it. They—they say you 're great, Donaldson, but they don't know how great!"
"If you would n't talk about it," pleaded Donaldson.
"Talk about it? I want to scream it! I want to get out and stand in Park Row and yell it. I want every living man and woman in the world to know about it!"
"It's all over—it's done with!"