"I'd go West and begin again."
"But how'm I goin' to get away, sir?" the man asked blankly.
"Sell your things for the best price you can get and I'll loan you the balance of the money you'll need."
"Will you, sir?" the woman gasped.
"I ain't got no security for ye, Colonel—" Doyle protested.
"You are my friend and neighbor, Mr. Doyle. You're in distress. You don't need security. I'll take your note, sir, without endorsement."
"Glory to God!" the mother cried with face uplifted in a prayer of thanksgiving.
Doyle couldn't speak for a moment. He looked out over the roadway and got control of his feelings before trying. There was a lump in his throat which made his speech thick when at last he managed to grasp Lee's hand.
"I dunno how to thank you, sir."
"It will be all right, Mr. Doyle. Look after the sale of your things and
I'll find out the best way for you to get there and let you know."