As the light began to grow at the eastern rim of the prairie and up the far mountains in the west, Bruce opened his eyes and looked about upon us.

The doctor had gone; The Duke had not come back; Moore and I were alone.

He gazed at us steadily for some moments; read our faces; a look of wonder came into his eyes.
"Is it coming ?" he asked in a faint, awed voice.

"Do you really think I must go ?" The eager appeal in his voice and the wistful longing in the wide-open, startled eyes were too much for Moore.

He backed behind me and I could hear him weeping like a baby.