And I--" he broke off, still chafing, his hand seeking without violence to free him from that hold which could not have been so very powerful, though it resisted his efforts.

"Luke," he said suddenly, and the anger was gone from his voice, "let me go, old chap.

You must let me go.

It isn't right--it isn't just to--to take advantage of being--what you are." The quick falter in the words deprived them of any sting, yet on the instant Lucas's hand fell, setting him free.
"All right, Bertie! Go!" he said.
And Bertie went--three steps, and halted.

Lucas remained motionless before the fire.