Sez I, “Martin, remember that Alice is left to you—you have one child left.”
“Yes,” sez he, “but I want my boy!!” and he busted right out into tears, and buried his face in his hands.
He busted out into tears and buried his face in his hands.
Sez I, “Martin, do you remember what the dear little boy said—he wuz a-goin’ to be your pardner?”
He groaned, “Why do you speak of that? Do you want to kill me?”
“I want to help you, Martin.”
“Do you ever think that Adrian can be your pardner now, better than he ever could if he wuz on earth—as much better as the glorified sperit is above our common humanity?”
But agin he groaned out, “I want my boy!”
“It is hard, Martin,” sez I, a-layin’ my hand on his bowed-down shoulders.