"Jim."
"Well."
"How long have you been in?"
"Don't know."
"You didn't—didn't find her?"
"No. I went to the place where you had the fight—wish to the Lord I had been with you—but of course couldn't learn anything. I was—was afraid to ask about her. But I tramped around all night, and I went into all sorts of places, looking for her, and all the time afraid that I might find her. God, what am I talking about! Afraid of finding her! Why, she couldn't be in a place where—where she oughtn't to be."
"But she was!" the boy cried, bounding out upon the floor. "She was and—Great God, I can hardly believe it, I don't realize it! I have been so swallowed up that I haven't thought about her much lately—she's crazy, Jim. Oh, she must be. She was the purest-minded girl——"
The giant stopped him with an uplifting of his ponderous hand. "Don't say any more. Don't say she was pure-minded. She is pure-minded. I will find her and she shall tell me——"
"She can't tell you anything to clear herself, Jim. She's lost—she's crazy."
"She's an angel," said the giant.