He felt that it was his duty to comfort her.
"The doctor thinks he may get well," he said.
"Who knows," she answered tearfully, and shook her head, "Oh, Tista, he was our best friend!" "It was in trying to save me--" said the young fellow.

But he got no further.

The words stuck in his throat.
"If he lives I will be a son to him!" he added presently.

"I will never leave him.

But perhaps--perhaps he is too good to live, Lucia!" "He must not die.