I can't make good." Mason waited until he was through.

Then he came closer and put both hands on Ford's shoulders, so that they stood face to face, and he looked straight into Ford's discolored eyes with his own shining a little behind their encircling wrinkles.
"You can make good!" he said calmly.

"I know it.

All you need is a chance to pull up.

Seeing you won't give yourself one, I'm giving it to you.