For an instant they stared as if they had no knowledge, then understanding came to them.
"Oh, it's you, sir," his voice said tremblingly, looking at Dyck.

"And very kind it is of ye!" Then he looked at Sheila.

"I don't know ye," he said whisperingly, for his voice seemed suddenly to fail.

"I don't know ye," he repeated, "but you look all right." "Well, I'm Sheila Llyn," the girl said, taking her hand from the old man's shoulder.
"I'm Sheila Llyn, and I'm all right in a way, perhaps." The troubled, piercing eyes glanced from one to the other.
"No relation ?" "No--never met till a half-hour ago," remarked Dyck.
The old man drew himself to a sitting posture, then swayed slightly.

The hands of the girl and Dyck went out behind his back.