What is he there?
One man against a million.

What put it in his head that he thinks he can do it ?" His voice became lower; he fixed his eyes meaningly on the other.

"When a man's life got a twist at the start, no wonder it flies off madlike to do the thing that isn't to be done, and leave undone the thing that's here for it to do.

Doost think a straight line could come from the crooked line you drew for him ?" "He is safe--he is well and strong again ?" asked the old man painfully.
Suddenly he reached out a hand for the paper.

"Let me read," he said, in a voice scarce above a whisper.
He essayed to take the paper calmly, but it trembled in his hands.