But I wish I knew where; we'd take him up to the mine with us; huh ?" "Yes--but we're about fourteen hours too late to find out where he went.
If I'm any judge, these bodies have been dead that long.

And if we found him, the chances are he wouldn't go.

If I'm any good at guessing poor Jerry's state of mind, right now, he don't want to see or speak to any human being on earth." "I guess you're right," Jack assented, after a meditative pause.

"He just worshiped that poor little woman." Beyond that, neither of them attempted to put into speech the tragedy; it was beyond the poor words we have thus far coined for our needs, like many another thing that happens in these lives we live.

They waited a little while longer, wondering what they could or should do.
Mrs.Jerry lay easily where she had been placed by the man who loved her.