"Ay, sir."
"T' sketch a picture?"
Terry began to sob.
"There wasn't no other way," he wailed.
"God forgive you, wicked lad!"
"I'll overcome, sir."
"Ah, Terry, poor lad," cried Skipper Tom, anguished, "you've no place no more in a decent world."
"I'll overcome."
"'Tis past the time."
Terry Lute caught his father about the neck.