"No, your dreams are true at last, Dave Henderson. Come, old
friend, take a drink of this to steady you. It's all coming out
right now."
Tears streamed down the face of the man rescued from a living
grave. He dashed them away impatiently with a shaking hand. "I
used to be as game as other men, young man, and now you see what
a weakling I am. Don't judge me too hard. Happiness is a harder
thing to stand than pain or grief. They've tried to break my
spirit many a time and they couldn't, but you've done it now with
a word."
"You'll be all right as soon as you are able to realize it. I
don't wonder the shock unnerves you. Have you anything you want
to take out of here with you before you leave forever?"
Pathetically the prisoner looked round on his few belongings.
Some of them had become endeared to him by years of use and
association, but they had served their time. "No, I want to
forget it all. I came in with nothing. I'll take out nothing. I
want to blot it all out like a hideous nightmare."
Bucky ordered Colonel Gabilonda to bring up from his cell General
Valdez and the other arrested suspects.
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