"
"Tell me," she commanded.
He told her, beginning at the moment of his meeting with the
outlaws at the Dalriada dump and continuing to the last scene of
the tragedy. It touched her so nearly that she could not hear him
through dry-eyed.
"And he spoke of me?" She said it in a low voice, to herself
rather than to him.
"It was just before his mind began to wander--almost his last
conscious thought. He said that when you heard the news you would
remember. What you were to remember he didn't say. I took it you
would know."
"Yes. I was to remember that he was not all wolf to me." She told
it with a little break of tears in her voice.
"Then he told me to tell you that it was the best way out for
him. He had come to the end of the road, and it would not have
been possible for him to go back." Presently Collins added
gently: "If you don't mind my saying so, I think he was right. He
was content to go, quite game and steady in his easy way. If he
had lived, there could have been no going back for him. It was
his nature to go the limit. The tragedy is in his life, not in
his death."
"Yes, I know that, but it hurts one to think it had to be--that
all his splendid gifts and capabilities should end like this, and
that we are forced to see it is best.
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