"I suppose you think my wits are going," he said.

"Very likely; I have always a pain in my head.

That's why I can't explain, I can't tell you.

And she's so strong, she makes me walk as she will, anywhere! But there's this--there's this." And he stopped, still staring up at Newman.

His little white eyes expanded and glittered for a moment like those of a cat in the dark.