“Well, he grew stronger, and when he was able to keep his eyes open they never left me when I was in the ward. I knew there was something he wanted to say but was too weak, or perhaps his poor head was not yet quite clear. It was as if he knew me. And that was it, Father. He did.
“One day when he was better he called me. ‘America?’ he said.
“‘Yes,’ I told him.
“‘Sabinsport?’
“‘What!’ I cried, ‘you know Sabinsport?’
“‘Yes—my wife, children there, Miss Cowder?’
“‘How do you know?’
“‘I saw you once, at the Emma.’
“He has been my patient from that hour, and if I never do another thing in Siberia I mean to get him on his feet and take him back to Sabinsport. As soon as you get this, cable if his family is there and well. It will help so. His name is Nikola Petrovitch.”
Reuben Cowder hurried the letter to Dick. “You know the man, what about his family?”