Oh, yes, I remembered; he had come up at the very last, he and another man, and one had been knocked down when the stair-rail broke.

I wondered how they came to be there; who the other man was.

I felt sorry for Miles, sorry for that girl back in Illinois he had told me about.

I reached back and touched his hand--it felt warm still, and, in some manner, I got my fingers upon his pulse.

It beat feebly.