I say--" He meandered to a full stop.

His mouth hung open, and his mind was a hopeless blank.
Bibbs looked up patiently--an old, old look.

"Yes, father; I'm listening." "That's all," said Sheridan, frowning heavily.

"That's all I came to say, and you better see't you remember it!" He shook his head warningly, and went out, closing the door behind him with a crash.

However, no sound of footsteps indicated his departure.
He stopped just outside the door, and stood there a minute or more.
Then abruptly he turned the knob and exhibited to his son a forehead liberally covered with perspiration.
"Look here," he said, crossly.