Mr.Kane's collar was awry and his coat dusty, almost as dusty as the drunkard's, with whom he had evidently had to grapple in raising him from the highway; and Helen, as she paused at the turning of the road which brought her upon them, heard Franklin's words: 'I've tried it myself for insomnia.

I'm a nervous man, and I was in a bad way at the time; over-pressure, you know, and worry.

I guess it's like that with you, too, isn't it?
You get on edge.

Well, there's nothing better than self-suggestion, and if you'll give it a try you'll be surprised by the results, I'm sure of it.' Helen joined them and offered her assistance, for the bewildered proselyte seemed unable to move forward now that he was upon his feet.
'Well, if you would be so kind.

Just your hand on his other shoulder, you know,' said Franklin, turning a grateful glance upon her.