With his chin sunk on the breast of his warm new overcoat, he mused upon the past and all the cruel events that had followed upon his falsehood.
Two men were talking earnestly near him over a little table, and he overheard one saying to the other:
“It’s never too late to mend! I’m going to turn over a new leaf!”
“By gum, so will I!” ejaculated Dan Ellis, and he got up and paid for his meal and hurried out upon the sidewalk.
“If I’ve lost that pasteboard thing he give me, I s’pose I’ll never find him!” he muttered, searching his pocket for Doctor Ludington’s card.
“Hooray, here ’tis, and I’m off! I’ll see if it makes a poor, homesick chap feel good to do the right thing by the man that saved his life,” he said, setting off at almost a run for the hospital.
Arrived there, it was not so easy to find the young doctor, or at least to gain admittance to him.
“He’s shut up in his room, after staying up all night with a dying man!” an attendant told him.
“I only want him a minit!”
“He gave orders he would not be disturbed for anything. He is not feeling well.”