I don't wonder Cory's worried, but I can't help it--not yet." They had reached an overhead light, and Jack caught a clearer view of the man.

What he saw sent a shiver through him.

A great change had come over his friend.

His untidy dress,--always so neat and well kept; his haggard eyes and shambling, unsteady walk, so different from his springy, debonair manner, all showed that he had been and still was under some terrible mental strain.

That he had not been drinking was evident from his utterance and gait.