“Jim!” she whispered tenderly.
He made no answer. His thick lips were drawn in deep, twisted lines on one side, as if he had suddenly reached a decision from which there could be no appeal.
She raised her voice slightly.
“Jim?”
Not a muscle of his body moved. The drawn lines of the mouth merely relaxed. His answer was scarcely audible.
“Yep——”
“She's gone!”
“Yep——”
She moved toward him wistfully.
“Aren't you forgetting something?”