" Now that he was on the dissecting table,
Farwell found himself strangely calm and collected. He saw that his
manner irritated Ledyard; felt that it might ruin his chances, but he
held to it grimly.
"So you saw--the papers?" The eyes under the shaggy brows looked ugly.
"Oh, yes. I had them all sent to me. It was very interesting reading
after I got over the shock of the wreck and had accepted my isolated
position."
"I suppose--Boswell keeps in touch with you--damn him!"
"Do you begrudge me--this one friend?"
"Yes. You have put yourself outside the pale of human companionship and
friendships."
To this Farwell made no rejoinder. Again he waited.
"What do you think I'm going to do about it, now that I've run you down
so unexpectedly?"
"I have supposed you would tell me, once we got together."
"Well, I've come to tell you!"
Ledyard leaned back in his chair and stretched his long legs out before
him.
"But first I'm going to ask you a few questions. Your answers won't
signify much one way or the other, but I'm curious. Why did you make such
a fight--just to live? It must have been a devil of a game.
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