Jerry," he said, "I want to talk to you a little.

Rouse up, will you?
I want to talk to you as a friend." The incoherent muttering continued.
"See here, Jerry!" repeated Barrett, more sharply.

"Jerry! rouse up, will you?
We don't want any fooling; understand that, Jerry!" He dropped his hand on the man's shoulder and shook him slightly.

The Teller uttered a short, gasping cry.
"Let me," said Gay, and swiftly interposed.

Bending over the cot, he said in a pleasant, soft voice: "It's all right, old man; it's all right.