"Tell her I would have gone, if I had succeeded. But not now. I'm tired, I'm going to rest."
With both hands he pushed the lank, wet hair off his face. Somehow, all his tired life showed itself in the gesture.
"I don't think I ever did care as much for her as I do to-night. Is she always well, Andrew?"
"Yes, well. Come!"
"No; good night. Bid her good night."
As he turned away, he stopped and looked back.
"Ask her if she ever thinks of our Rob. I do." And so was gone.
As he went down the street, turning into an alley, something black jumped over the low gate beside Andy and followed him.
"It's the dog! Well, dumb creatures are curious, beyond me. Now for Jane"; and with his head muddled and aching, he went to find an express-stand.