And presently the boy turned his face to the wall.
Toward midnight Selwyn rose quietly, removed his unlighted pipe from between his teeth, knocked the ashes from it, and pocketed it.

Then he walked to the bed and seated himself on the edge.
"What's the trouble, old man ?" he asked coolly.
There was no answer.

He placed his hand over Gerald's; the boy's hand lay inert, then quivered and closed on Selwyn's convulsively.
"That's right," said the elder man; "that's what I'm here for--to stand by when you hoist signals.

Go on." The boy shook his head and buried it deeper in the pillow.
"Bad as that ?" commented Selwyn quietly.

"Well, what of it?
I'm standing by, I tell you.