21/55 "But we got to keep a stiff upper lip, old pal, you and me both. We had out last gallop together, an' we're at the forkin' of th' trail. So we got to be brave--we got to stand the gaff." Benson released his old pal, stood erect, dashed a bit of moisture from his eyes, and turned to the waiting detective who, it seemed, had also been strangely moved during this affecting farewell. Yet he had not forgotten his duty. |