Out there he could forget all his hurts.
On the morning when the jailer opened the door for him to leave the iron corridor in which he had spent so many months, his father met him, and the white face of the boy made the father's heart contract.

Harold's cheeks were plump and boyish, but there was a look in his face which made him seem a youth of twenty.
The family stood in the jailer's parlor to receive him, and he submitted to their caresses with cold dignity.

His manner plainly expressed this feeling: "You are all strangers to me." But he turned to Jack and gripped his hand hard.

"Now for the plains!" Side by side the father and son passed out into the sunshine.

The boy drew an audible breath, as if in sudden, keen pain.