"Why, man, you couldn't walk a hundred yards, with that groggy head on your shoulders! You're all beaten up.

You'll be lucky if you're on your feet in another three days.

What sort of cur do you think I am, to let you go like this, after all you've done for me, to-night?
You'll stay with us till to-morrow, anyhow.

And then, if you still insist on going back to Miami, I'll take you there in the car.

But you're not going a step from here, to-night.
I--" Gavin strove to mutter a word of disclaimer, to take another wavering stride toward the front door.