“She did not.”
“And you—oh, you said you'd go to Zanin...”
“As man to man, Hy.”
“Good lord, you haven't... Pete, you're limping! You didn't fight!...”
Peter solemnly shook his head. “It wasn't necessary, Hy,” he said huskily; then cleared his throat. “What was the matter with his throat to-day, anyway?”
He sank back in his chair. His eyes closed.
Hy leaned forward with some anxiety. “Pete, what's the matter? You're white!”
Peter's head moved slowly. “Nothing's the matter.” He slowly opened his eyes. “It has been a hard day, Hy, but the job is done.”
“The job...?”
“I have saved her, Hy.”