"Mebbe I'll get back some o' the--some o' the--nine thousand dollars." Penn led him into the cabin and slid the door behind.
"That ain't Penn," cried Uncle Salters.

"It's Jacob Boiler, an'-- he's remembered Johnstown! I never seed such eyes in any livin' man's head.
What's to do naow?
What'll I do naow ?" They could hear Penn's voice and Jason's together.

Then Penn's went on alone, and Salters slipped off his hat, for Penn was praying.

Presently the little man came up the steps, huge drops of sweat on his face, and looked at the crew.

Dan was still sobbing by the wheel.
"He don't know us," Salters groaned.