He had gone the limit, and a little beyond.
He was now facing eternity.

Sinton went out and closed the door.
"Your father is sick and needs help," he said.

"You stay here, and I will send a man to see him." "If you just let him 'lone, he'll sleep it off," volunteered Billy.
"He's that way all the time, but he wakes up and gets us something to eat after awhile.

Only waitin' twists you up inside pretty bad." The boy wore no air of complaint.

He was merely stating facts.
Wesley Sinton looked intently at Billy.