Donnegan had clasped his hands upon his breast and his eyes were wide.
"What is it you mean, Henry?"
"I'll trust you—dead!"
"Henry!"
"That name means nothing to me I've forgotten it. The worlds has forgotten it."
"Henry, I implore you to keep cool—to give me five minutes for talk—"
"No, not one. I know your cunning tongue!"
"For the sake of the days when you loved me, my brother. For the sake of the days when you used to wheel my chair and be kind to me."
"You're wasting your time. You're torturing us both for nothing. Donnegan, my will is a rock. It won't change."
And drawing closer his right hand gripped his gun and the trembling passion of the gunfighter set him shuddering.