But the road will not be finished--and I wonder.

If he wants to, let him! We Linforths belong to the road," and for the third time the phrase recurred, "I am very tired," and upon the phrase the letter broke off.
Dewes could imagine Linforth falling forward with his head upon his hands, his eyes heavy with sleep, while from without the tent the patient Chiltis watched until he slept.
"How did it happen ?" he asked.
"They cast a noose over his head," replied the Diwan, "dragged him from the tent and stabbed him." Dewes nodded and turned to Luffe.
"These letters and things must go home to his wife.

It's hard on her, with a boy only a few months old." "A boy ?" said Luffe, rousing himself from his thoughts.

"Oh! there's a boy?
I had not noticed that.

I wonder how far the road will have gone when he comes out." There was no doubt in Luffe's mind, at all events, as to the boy's destiny.