“I'm sorry. If only you could have told me sooner! Lawson, damn him! Always I've split over him!”
“But the last time, Longstreth.”
“Yes, and I came near driving you to kill me, too. Duane, you talked me out of it. For Ray's sake! She'll be in here in a minute. This'll be harder than facing a gun.”
“Hard now. But I hope it'll turn out all right.”
“Duane, will you do me a favor?” he asked, and he seemed shamefaced.
“Sure.”
“Let Ray and Ruth think Lawson shot you. He's dead. It can't matter. Duane, the old side of my life is coming back. It's been coming. It'll be here just about when she enters this room. And, by God, I'd change places with Lawson if I could!”
“Glad you—said that, Longstreth,” replied Duane. “And sure—Lawson plugged me. It's our secret.”
Just then Ray and Ruth entered the room. Duane heard two low cries, so different in tone, and he saw two white faces. Ray came to his side, She lifted a shaking hand to point at the blood upon his breast. White and mute, she gazed from that to her father.
“Papa!” cried Ray, wringing her hands.