It was good to feel his way in the dark in this cool silent house which he knew so well.
Soon his nerves felt quieter.

He went back to his bed and lay there inert.
How good it would be to get up to the farm.
* * * * * The next Saturday evening, with Deborah, he started for the mountains.

And Bruce came down to see them off.
"Remember, son," said Roger, as the two walked on the platform.

"Come up this year for a month, my boy.

You need it." The train was about to start.
"Oh, I'll be all right," was the answer.