The Hell was past and he must bury memory.

Whether or not he had a month or a year to live it must be lived without memories of his ordeal.
Next day, at the railroad station, even at the moment of departure, Lane and Blair Maynard had their problem with Red Payson.

He did not want to go to Blair's home.
"But hell, Red, you haven't any home--any place to go," blurted out Maynard.
So they argued with him, and implored him, and reasoned with him.
Since his discharge from the hospital in France Payson had always been cool, weary, abstracted, difficult to reach.

And here at the last he grew strangely aloof and stubborn.

Every word that bore relation to his own welfare seemed only to alienate him the more.