Into the blur came Garry.
"Kenny!" he called. "Kenny!"
Kenny opened his eyes with a start. Garry stood by the cabin door, his hand upon the knob.
"Don asked me to come. Kenny, I was on the porch. Great God! the kid must have gone crazy."
"You heard?"
"Yes."
"He wanted to—atone."
"And now that he's cooled down enough to remember your kindness, Kenny, he's breaking his heart over you. A queer kid! I almost thrashed him. He's tramping off his brain-storm."
"And Joan?"
"With Brian." Garry looked away. "They have forgotten the world," he added bitterly.