The young Captain shook his head: “O Jack—Jack, I've seen murder enough—it seems but yesterday since I was at Franklin.”
“Do you know who's at the head of all this?” asked Jack. “It's Richard Travis.”
“The Bishop told me all, Jack—and about my grandfather's will. But I shall divide it with him—it is not fair.”
Jack watched the strong, tall man, as he walked to and fro in the room, and a proud smile spread over the outlaw's face.
“What a man you are—what a man you are, Cap'n Tom!”
“It's good to be one's self again, Jack. How can I ever repay you for what you have done for me?”
“You've paid it long ago—long ago. Where would Jack Bracken have been if you hadn't risked yo' life to cut me down, when the rope”—
Captain Tom put his hand on Jack's shoulder affectionately: “We'll forget all those horrible things—and that war, which was hell, indeed. Jack—Jack—there is a new life ahead for us both,” he said, smiling happily.
“For you—yes—but not for me”—and he shook his head.
“Do you remember little Jack, Cap'n Tom—him that died? I seem to think mo' of him now than ever—”