The power of life ebbed fast in him, but after a pause he said,
"My lad."
"Well?" said Jason.
"I've done you a great wrong."
"When did you do me a wrong?"
"To-night."
"How?"
"No matter. There's no undoing it now; God forgive me. But let me be your father, though I'm a dying man, for that will give you the right to keep my poor savings for yourself."
"But they belong to your son," said Jason.
"He'll never touch them," said Stephen Orry.