And I'd be a poor specimen of humanity to go back on it now.

I want to do that neck a good turn.

I want to save it.

And I'm going to--if I can!" In spite of the unpleasant tension of the moment, it cheered Father Layonne to see this old humor returning into the heart of his friend.
With him love was an enduring thing.

He might grieve for James Kent, he might pray for the salvation of his soul, he might believe him guilty, yet he still bore for him the affection which was too deeply rooted in his heart to be uptorn by physical things or the happenings of chance.
So the old cheer of his smile came back, and he said: "To fight for his life is a privilege which God gives to every man, Jimmy.