Having spoken--told his whole story, as he says--he is rather glad than otherwise to be relieved from the common curiosity of strangers.

He's a rare bird, Gryce.

If he stops to think, he must see that he stands in a more or less ticklish position.

But he does not betray by look or action any doubt of our entire belief in the truth of all his statements.

His only trouble seems to be that he has lost, by these inhuman means, the girl upon whom he had set his heart.