But now lie quiet; let me--" "Don't try.

This couldn't end no other way for John Bard." "Is that your real name ?" "Yes.

Now listen, Anthony, for my time's short." He closed his eyes as if fighting silently for strength.
Then: "When I was a lad like you, Anthony--" That was all.

The massive body relaxed; the head fell back into the dewy grass.

Anthony pressed his head against the breast of John Bard and it seemed to him that there was still a faint pulse.