His lips parted, quivered, and shut again.

His hold on the engineer's hand tightened.
"I--I can't talk now, can't say what I wish to say," he said, mastered by feeling.

"When I'm more myself, when I can talk--another time----" He ceased, but presently finished, "Another time I'll tell the gratitude in my heart.

Now my shame for my son and for myself----Come, Charlie, take me home." They went out.

Winship came to life and crossing the room dragged the outlaw Mexican to his feet, then pushed him over the floor and into the hall on his way to the cells in the basement.