I was like an old man.

My people had found me and they told me that I had been mad for three years, Nat--mad--mad--mad! and that a great surgeon had operated on my head, where they struck me--and brought me back to reason.

Nat--Nat--" He strained to raise himself, gasping excitedly.

"God, I was like you then, Nat! I went back to fight for my Jean.

She was gone.