And when at last he did look up into the narrow, sunken face, it was with eyes which carried in them no light of friendship, nor even the faintest air of recognition.

Thayer put forth a gnarled, frost-twisted hand.
"Hello, kid," he announced, his thin lips twisting into a cynical smile that in days gone by had passed as an affectation.

Barry looked blankly at him.
"Hello." "How'd you get hurt ?" "I don't know." "Old Man Renaud here says you fell over the side of Two Mile Hill.

He picked you up about six o'clock this morning.

Don't you remember ?" "Remember what ?" The blank look still remained.