Doctor Kirby turns around toward the colonel.
"You have saved my life," he says, getting up out of his chair, like he had a notion to step over and thank him fur it, but was somehow not quite sure how that would be took.
The colonel looks at him silent fur a second, and then he says, without smiling: "Do you flatter yourself it was because I think it worth anything ?" The doctor don't answer, and then the colonel says: "Has it occurred to you that I may have saved it because I want it ?" "WANT it ?" "Do you know of any one who has a better right to TAKE it than I have?
Perhaps I saved it because it BELONGS to me--do you suppose I want any one else to kill what I have the best right to kill ?" "Tom," says Doctor Kirby, really puzzled, to judge from his actions, "I don't understand what makes you say you have the right to take my life." "Dave, where is my sister buried ?" asts Colonel Tom.
"Buried ?" says Doctor Kirby.

"My God, Tom, is she DEAD ?" "I ask you," says Colonel Tom.
"And I ask you," says Doctor Kirby.
And they looked at each other, both wonderized, and trying to understand.

And it busted on me all at oncet who them two men really was.
I orter knowed it sooner.

When the colonel was first called Colonel Tom Buckner it struck me I knowed the name, and knowed something about it.
But things which was my own consarns was attracting my attention so hard I couldn't remember what it was I orter know about that name.

Then I seen him and Doctor Kirby knowed each other when they got that first square look.