And by God, I'd change places with you if I could." "Glad you--said that, Sampson," I replied.

"And sure--Wright plugged me.
It's our secret.

I've a reason, too, not--that--it--matters--much--now." The light was fading.

I could not talk very well.

I felt dumb, strange, locked in ice, with dull little prickings of my flesh, with dim rushing sounds in my ears.