When his respiration returned with a faint color to his cheeks, she pressed his hand eagerly and leaned over him.
"Are you sure ?" she asked.
"Of what ?" he whispered faintly.
"That Low is really your son ?" "Who said so ?" he asked, opening his round eyes upon her.
"You did yourself, a moment ago," she said quickly.

"Don't you remember ?" "Did I ?" "You did.

Is it so ?" He smiled faintly.

"I reckon." She held her breath in expectation.

But only the ludicrousness of the discovery seemed paramount to his weakened faculties.