"I should not have run if I had known that I had an ally there." "To run was exactly what I wanted you to do," Ray answered.

"You had the dispatch-box, and I wanted to see you safe away." I glanced at his bandaged head and arm.
"I suppose that I ought to apologize to you," I said.
"Under the circumstances," he declared, "we will cry quits." Then as we walked together in the glittering spring sunshine, this big silent man and I, there came upon me a swift, poignant impulse, the keener perhaps because of the loneliness of my days, to implore him to unravel all the things which lay between us.

I wanted the story of that night, of my concern in it, stripped bare.

Already my lips were opened, when round the corner of the rough lane by which Braster Grange was approached on this side came a doctor's gig.

Ray shaded his eyes and gazed at its occupant.
"Is this Bouriggs, Ducaine ?" he asked, "the man who shot with us ?" "It is Dr.Bouriggs," I answered.
Ray stopped the gig and exchanged greetings with the big sandy-haired man, who held a rein in each hand as though he were driving a market wagon.