Bruce heard him, too.
"Is that The Pilot ?" he asked.

Instantly Moore pulled himself up, wiped his eyes and came round to the other side of the bed and looked down, smiling.
"Do YOU say I am dying ?" The voice was strained in its earnestness.

I felt a thrill of admiration go through me as the Pilot answered in a sweet, clear voice: "They say so, Bruce.

But you are not afraid ?" Bruce kept his eyes on his face and answered with grave hesitation: "No--not--afraid--but I'd like to live a little longer.

I've made such a mess of it, I'd like to try again." Then he paused, and his lips quivered a little.