"I 'm thinking the same thing.

But it must n't be.

Dead men don't alwyes mean they 've died--in a wye to cast reflections on the man that was with 'em.

Do you get what I mean?
You've said--" and he looked hard into the cramped, suffering face of Robert Fairchild--"that you were going to 'old your father innocent.

So 'm I.
We don't know, Boy, what went on 'ere.