The invalid sat by the table in his wheelchair, a book upon his knees, likely one of the pirate tales in which he reveled.

His face was drawn and haggard, his eyes closed.

With the wine of his excitement gone, he seemed but a huddled heap of skin and bone.

A death's-head! Kenny shuddered.
Unspeakable pity made him kind.

The old man yonder was off his guard; he had pride and spirit that compelled respect.
Kenny softly closed the door and rapped.
"Come in!" said Adam Craig.