It's a sure thing he had something on his mind.

After all, I guess it was a delusion." Weston said nothing, but lay still with his pipe in his hand.

There was before him a task from which he shrank, but he was worn-out and could not nerve himself to undertake it yet, and in the meanwhile he thought of his dead comrade with a certain regretful tenderness.

The man had had no claim on him, and there had been much that was dissimilar in their natures, but they had, after all, borne many hardships together, and that counted for a good deal.

Still, in one way he could not be sorry that Grenfell had gone on, for life, as he had said, had very little to offer this outcast.