You--" "But there is no possible chance,--not the slightest chance of success," cried Braden, the cold sweat running down his face.

"I can tell you in advance that it means death to--" "Nevertheless, it is worth trying, isn't it, my boy ?" said Templeton Thorpe softly.

"I demand it of you.

You are my flesh and blood.

You will not let me lie here and suffer like this for weeks and months.