"Well,andhedon'thaveasgoodcolorashewasgettin'before。Andhe'dbeguntofilloutsome,but——"
　　Sheridangaveforthanotherdrychuckle,and,goingroundthetabletoher,pattedherupontheshoulderwithhislefthand,hisrightbeingstillheavilybandaged,thoughhenolongerworeasling。"That'sthewayitiswithyou,mamma——gottotakeyourfrettin'outonewayifyoudon'tanother！"
　　"No。Hedon'tlookwell。Itain'texactlythewayhelookedwhenhebeguntogetsickthattime,buthekindo'seemstobelosin',someway。"
　　"Yes,hemay'a'lostsomething,"saidSheridan。"Iexpecthe'slostawholeloto'foolishnessbesideshisGod—forsakennotionsaboutwritin'poetryand——"
　　"No,"hiswifepersisted。"Imeanhelooksrightpeakid。Andyesterday,whenhewassettin'withus,hekeptlookin'outthewindow。Hewasn'treadin'。"
　　"Well,whyshouldn'thelookoutthewindow？"
　　"Hewaslookin'overthere。Heneverreadawordallafternoon,Idon'tbelieve。"
　　"Look,here！"saidSheridan。"Bibbsmight'a'keptgoin'onovertheretherestofhislife,moonin'onandon,butwhatheheardSibylsaydidonebigthing,anyway。Itwokehimupoutofhistrance。Well,hehadtogoandbustcleanoutwithabang;andthatstoppedhisgoin'overthere,anditstoppedhispoetry,butIreckonhe'sbeguntogetprettyfairpayforwhathelost。
　　Iguessagoodmanyyoungmenhavehadtogetoverworrieslikehis;theygottoloseSOMETHINGifthey'regoin'tokeepaheado'theprocessionnowadays——anditkindo'lookstome,mamma,likeBibbsmightkeepquiteaconsiderablelongwayahead。Why,ayearfromnowI'llbetyouhewon'tknowthereeverWASsuchathingaspoetry！Andain'thefunny？Hewantedtosticktotheshopso'shecould'think'！Whathemeantwas,thinkaboutsomethinguseless。Well,Iguesshe'skeepin'hismingprettyoccupiedtheotherwaythesedays。Yes,sir,ittookaprettyfair—sizedshocktogethimoutofhistrance,butitcertainlydidthebusiness。"Hepattedhiswife'sshoulderagain,andthen,withoutanyprefatorysymptoms,brokeintoaboisterouslaugh。
　　"Honest,mamma,heworkslikeagorilla！"
　　AndsoBibbssatintheporchofthetemplewiththemoney—changers。ButnoOnecametoscourgehimforth,forthiswasthetempleofBigness,andthechangingofmoneywasholyworshipandtruereligion。Thepriestsworethat"settish"lookBibbs'smotherhadseenbeginningtodevelopabouthismouthandeyes——awarylookwhichshecouldnotdefine,butitcomeswithserviceatthetemple;anditwasthemoremarkeduponBibbsforhissharpawakeningtothenecessitiesofthatservicce。
　　Hedidaslittle"useless"thinkingaspossible,givinghimselfnotimeforit。Heworkedcontinuously,keepinghisthoughtsstillonhisworkwhenhecamehomeatnight;andhetalkedofnothingwhateverexcepthiswork。Buthedidnotsingatit。Hewasofteninthestreets,andpeoplewerenotallowedtosinginthestreets。Theymightmakeanymannerofhideousuproar——theycouldshakebuildings;theycouldout—thunderthethunder,deafenthedeaf,andkillthesickwithnoise;ortheycouldwalkthestreetsordrivethroughthembawling,squawking,orscreeching,astheychose,ifthenoisewastraceablyconnectedwithbusiness;thoughstreetmusicianswerenottolerated,beingconsideredanuisanceandaninterference。Amanorwomanwhowentsingingforpleasurethroughthestreets——likeacrazyNeopolitan——wouldhavebeenstopped,andbelikelockedup;forFreedomdoesnotmeanthatacitizenisallowedtodoeveryoutrageousthingthatcomesintohishead。Thestreetsweredangerousenough,inallconscience,withoutanysinging！andtheMotorFederationissuedpublicwarningsdeclaringthatthepedestrian'slifewasinhisownhands,andgivingdirectionshowtoproceedwiththeleastperil。
　　However,BibbsSheridanhadnodesiretosinginthestreets,oranywhere。Hehadgonetohisworkwithanenergythat,forthestart,atleast,wasbitter,andtherewasnosongleftinhim。
　　Hebegantoknowhisactivefellow—citizens。Hereandthereamongthemhefoundaleisurely,kindsoul,arelicoftheoldperiodofneighborliness,"pioneerstock,"usually;andthereweremen——particularlyamongthemerchantsandmanufacturers——"sohonesttheyleanedbackward";reputationssometimesattestedbystoriesofheroicsacrificestohonor;norweretherelackingsomeinstancesofgenerosityevennobler。Hereandthere,too,werebook—men,intheirlittleleisure;and,amongtheGermans,music—men。Andthese,withtheothers,worshipedBignessandthegrowth,eachmanservingforhisownsakeandforwhathecouldgetoutofit,butallunitedintheirfaithinthebeneficenceandgloryoftheirgod。
　　Toalmostallalikethatservicestoodasthemostimportantthinginlife,exceptonoccasionofsomesuchvital,briefinterregnumasthedangerousillnessofawifeorchild。Inthewayof"relaxation"someoftheserverstookgolf;sometookfishing;sometook"shows"——amixtureofinfantileandnegroidhumor,stockings,andtinmusic;sometookanoccasionaldebauch;sometooktrips;sometookcards;andsometooknothing。Thehighpriestswerevigilanttowatchthatno"relaxation"shouldaffecttheservice。Whenamanattendedtoanythingoutsidehisbusiness,eyeswereuponhim;hiscreditwasindanger——thatis,hislifewasindanger。Andtheoldpriestswereasardentastheyoungones;themillionwasaseagertobebiggerasthethousand;seventywasasbusyasseventeen。Theystovemightilyagainstoneanother,andtheoldpriestswerethemostwary,themostplausible,andthemostdangerous。Bibbslearnedhemustwalkcharilyamongthese——hemustwearathousandeyesandbewareofspidersindeed！
　　Andoutsidethetempleitselfwerethepretenders,theswarmingthievesandsharpersandfleecers,theslyrascalsandtheopenrascals;butthesewerefeeblefolk,notdangerousonceheknewthem,andhehadagoodguidetopointthemouttohim。Theywereusefulsometimes,helearned,andmanyofthemservedasgo—betweensinmatterswherebusinessmusttouchpolitics。Helearnedalsohowbreweriesand"traction"companiesandbanksandotherinstitutionsfoughtoneanotherforthepoliticalcontrolofthecity。Thenewspapers,hediscovered,hadlosttheirancientpoliticalinfluence,especiallywiththeknowing,wholookeduponthemwithaskepticalhumor,believingthejournalseithertoberetainedpartisans,likelawyers,orelsestrivingtoforwardthepersonalambitionsoftheirowners。Thecontrolofthecitylaynotwiththem,butwasusuallyobtainedbygivingthehordesofnegroesgin—money,andbyotherlargesses。Therevenuesofthepeoplewerethendistributedasfairlyaspossibleamongagreatnumberofmenwhohadassistedthewinningside。Namesandtitlesofofficeswentwithmanyoftheprizes,andmostofthesetitle—holderswereexpectedtopresentabusyappearanceattimes;and,indeed,someamongthemdidworkhonestlyandfaithfully。
　　Bibbshadbeenveryignorant。Allthesesimplethings,sowellknownandcustomary,astonishedhimatfirst,andonce——inabriefmomentofforgettingthathewasdonewithwriting——hethoughtthatifhehadknownthemandwrittenofthem,howlikeasatiretheplainestrelationofthemmusthaveseemed！Strangestofalltohimwasthevehementandsincerepatriotism。Oneverysideheheardit——itwasapermeation;thenewestschool—childcaughtit,thoughjustfromHungaryandlearningtostammerafewwordsofthelocallanguage。Everywherethepeopleshoutedofthepower,thesize,theriches,andthegrowthoftheircity。Notonlythat,theysaidthatthepeopleoftheircitywerethegreatest,the"finest,"thestrongest,theBiggestpeopleonearth。Theycitednoauthorities,andfelttheneedofnone,beingthemselvesthepeoplethuscelebrated。Andifthethingwasquestioned,orifitwashintedthattheremightbeonesmallvirtueinwhichtheywerenotperfectandsupreme,theywastednotimeexaminingthemselvestoseeifwhatthecriticsaidwastrue,butfelluponhimandhootedhimandcursedhim,fortheyweresensitive。SoBibbs,learningtheirwaysandwalkingwiththem,harkenedtothevoiceofthepeopleandservedBignesswiththem。Forthevoiceofthepeopleisthevoiceoftheirgod。
　　SheridanhadmadetheroomnexttohisownintoanofficeforBibbs,andthedoorbetweenthetworoomsusuallystoodopen——thefatherhadestablishedthatintimacy。OnemorninginFebruary,whenBibbswasalone,Sheridancamein,somesheetsoftypewrittenmemorandainhishand。
　　"Bibbs,"hesaid,"Idon'tliketobuttinveryoftenthisway,andwhenIdoIusuallywishIhadn't——butforHeaven'ssakewhathaveyoubeenbuyingthatolebustedinter—tractionstockfor？"
　　Bibbsleanedbackfromhisdesk。"Forelevenhundredandfifty—fivedollars。
　　That'sallitcost。"
　　"Well,itain'tworthelevenhundredandfifty—fivecents。Yououghttoknowthat。Idon'tgetyouridea。Thatstuff'sdeader'nAdam'scat！"
　　"Itmightbeworthsomething——someday。"
　　"How？"
　　"Itmightn'tbesodead——notifWewentintoit,"saidBibbs,coolly。
　　"Oh！"Sheridanconsideredthismusingly;thenhesaid,"Who'dyoubuyitfrom？"
　　"Abroker——Fansmith。"
　　"Well,hemust'a'gotitfromoneo'thecrowdo'poorninniesthatwassoakedwithit。Don'tyouknowwhoownedit？"
　　"Yes,Ido。"
　　"Ain'tsayin',though？Thatit？What'sthematter？"
　　"ItbelongedtoMr。Vertrees,"saidBibbs,shortly,applyinghimselftohisdesk。
　　"So！"Sheridangazeddownathisson'sthinface。"Excuseme,"hesaid。
　　"Yourbusiness。"Andhewentbacktohisownroom。Butpresentlyhelookedinagain。
　　"Ireckonyouwon'tmindlunchin'aloneto—day"——hewasshufflinghimselfintohisovercoat——"becauseIjustthoughtI'dgouptothehouseandgetTHISoverwithmamma。"Heglancedapologeticallytowardhisrighthandasitemergedfromthesleeveoftheovercoat。Thebandageshadbeenremoved,finally,thatmorning,revealingbutthreefingers——theforefingerandthefingernexttoithadbeenamputated。"She'sboundtomakeanawfulfuss,anditbetterspoilherlunchthanherdinner。I'llbebackabouttwo。"
　　ButhecalculatedthetimeofhisarrivalattheNewHousesoaccuratelythatMrs。Sheridan'slunchwasnotdisturbed,andshewasrisingfromthelonelytablewhenhecameintothedining—room。Hehadlefthisovercoatinthehall,buthekepthishandsinhistrouserspockets。
　　"What'sthematter,papa？"sheasked,quickly。"Hasanythinggonewrong？Youain'tsick？"
　　"Me！"Helaughedloudly。"MeSICK？"
　　"Youhadlunch？"
　　"Didn'twantanyto—day。Youcangivemeacupo'coffe,though。"
　　Sherang,andtoldGeorgetohavecoffeemade,andwhenhehadwithdrawnshesaidquerulously,"Ijustknowthere'ssomethingwrong。"
　　"Nothin'intheworld,"heresponed,heartily,takingaseatattheheadofthetable。"IthoughtI'dtalkoveranotiono'minewithyou,that'sall。
　　It'smorewomen—folks'businessthanwhatitisman's,anyhow。"
　　"Whatabout？"
　　"Why,oleDocGurneywasupattheofficethismorningawhile——"
　　"Tolookatyourhand？How'shesayit'sdoin'？"
　　"Fine！Well,hewentinandsataroundwithBibbsawhile——"
　　Mrs。Sheridannoddedpessimistically。"Iguessit'stimeyouhadhim,too。I
　　KNEWBibbs——"
　　"Now,mamma,holdyourhorses！IwantedhimtolookBibbsoverBEFORE
　　anything'sthematter。Youdon'tsupposeI'mgoin'totakeanychanceswithBIBBS,doyou？Well,afterwards,Ishutthedoor,andIan'oleGurneyhadatalk。He'samightydisagreeableman;herubbeditinonmewhathesaidaboutBibbshavin'brainsifheeverwokeup。ThenIthoughthemustwanttogetsomethingouto'me,hegosoflattering——foraminute！'Bibbscouldn'thelphavin'businessbrains,'hesays,'bein'YOURson。Don'tbesurprised,'
　　hesays——'don'tbesurprisedathismakin'asuccess,'hesays。'Hecouldn'tgetoverhisheredity;hecouldn'tHELPbein'abusinesssuccess——onceyougothimintoit。It'sinhisblood。Yes,sir'hesays,'itdoesn'tneedMUCH
　　brains,'hesays,'anonlythird—ratebrains,atthat,'hesays,'butitdoesneedaspecialKINDo'brains,'hesays,'tobeamillionaire。Imean,'hesays,'whenaman'sgivenastart。Ifnobodygiveshimastart,why,coursehe'sgottohaveluckANDtherightkindo'brains。TheonlymiracleaboutBibbs,'hesays,'iswherehegottheOTHERkindo'brains——thebrainsyoumadehimquitusin'andthrowaway。'"
　　"Butwhat'dhesayabouthishealth？"Mrs。Sheridandemanded,impatiently,asGeorgeplacedacupofcoffeebeforeherhusband。Sheridanhelpedhimselftocreamandsugar,andbegantosipthecoffee。
　　"I'mcomin'tothat,"hereturned,placidly。"SeehoweasyImanagethiscupwithmylefthand,mamma？"
　　"Youbeendoin'thatallwinter。Whatdid——"
　　"It'swonderful,"heinterrupted,admiringly,"whatafellowcandowithhislefthand。Icansignmynamewithminenow,well'sIevercouldwithmyright。Itcamealittlehardatfirst,butnow,honest,IbelieveIRATHER
　　signwithmyleft。That'sallIeverhavetowrite,anyway——justthesignature。Rest'salldictatin'。"Heblewacrossthetopofthecupunctuously。"Goodcoffee,mamma！Well,aboutBibbs。OleGurneysayshebelievesifBibbscouldsomehowgetbacktothestateo'mindhewasinaboutthemachine—shop——thatis,ifhecouldsomewaygettofeelin'aboutbusinessthewayhefeltabouttheshop——notthepoetryandwritin'part,but——"Hepaused,supplementinghisremarkswithamotionofhisheadtowardtheoldhousenextdoor。"HesaysBibbsisolderandharder'nwhathewaswhenhebrokedownthattime,andbesides,heain'tthekindo'dreamywayhewasthen——andIshouldsayheAIN'T！I'dlike'emtoshowMEanybodyhisagethat'sanywiderawake！ButhesaysBibbs'shealthneverneedbotherusagainif——"
　　Mrs。Sheridanshookherhead。"Idon'tseeanyhelpTHATway。Youknowyourselfshewouldn'thaveJim。"
　　"Who'stalkin'aboutherhavin'anybody？But,myLord！shemightlethimLOOK
　　ather！Sheneedn't'a'gotsomad,justbecauseheaskedher,thatshewon'tlethimcomeinthehouseanymore。He'samightyfunnyboy,andsomewaysI
　　reckonhe'sprettynearashardtounderstandastheBible,butGurneykindo'
　　gotmeinthewayo'thinkin'thatifshe'dlethimcomebackandsetaroundwithheraneveningortwosometimes——notreg'lar,Idon'tmean——why——Well,I
　　justthoughtI'dseewhatYOU'Dthinkofit。Thereain'tanywaytotalkaboutittoBibbshimself——Idon'tsupposehe'dletyou,anyhow——butIthoughtmaybeyoucouldkindo'slipovertheresomeday,andsorto'fixuptohavealittletalkwithher,andkindo'hintaroundtillyouseehowthelandlays,andaskher——"
　　"ME！"Mrs。Sheridanlookedbothhelplessandfrightened。"No。"Sheshookherheaddecidedly。"Itwouldn'tdoanygood。"
　　"Youwon'ttryit？"
　　"Iwon'triskherturnin'meouto'thehouse。Someway,that'swhatI
　　believeshedidtoSibyl,fromwhatRoscoesaidonce。No,ICAN'T——and,what'smore,it'donlymakethingsworse。Ifpeoplefindoutyou'rerunnin'
　　after'emtheythinkyou'recheap,andthentheywon'tdoasmuchforyouasifyoulet'emalone。Idon'tbelieveit'sanyuse,andIcouldn'tdoitifitwas。"
　　Hesighedwithresignation。"Allright,mamma。That'sall。"Then,inaliveliertone,hesaid:"OleGurneytookthebandagesoffmyhandthismorning。Allhealedup。SaysIdon'tneed'emanymore。"
　　"Why,that'ssplendid,papa！"shecried,beaming。"Iwasafraid——Let'ssee。"
　　Shecametowardhim,butherose,stillkeepinghishandinhispocket。"Waitaminute,"hesaid,smiling。"Nowitmaygiveyoujustateenybitofashock,butthefactis——well,yourememberthatSundaywhenSibylcameoverhereandmadeallthatfussaboutnothin'——itwasthedayafterIgottiredo'
　　thatstatuewhenEdith'stelegramcame——"
　　"Letmeseeyourhand！"shecried。
　　"Nowwait！"hesaid,laughingandpushingherawaywithhislefthand。"Thetruthis,mamma,thatIkindo'slippedoutonyouthatmorning,whenyouwasn'tlookin',andwentdowntooleGurney'soffice——he'dtoldmeto,yousee——and,well,itdoesn'tAMOUNTtoanything。"Andheheldout,forherinspection,themutilatedhand。"Yousee,thesedayswhenit'salldictatin',anyhow,nobody'dmindjustacoupleo'——"
　　Hehadtojumpforher——shewentoverbackward。ForthesecondtimeinherlifeMrs。Sheridanfainted。
　　Itwasafullhourlaterwhenheleftherlyinguponacouchinherownroom,stilllamentingintermittently,thoughheassuredherwithheatthatthe"fuss"shewasmakingirkedhimfarmorethanhisphysicalloss。Hepermittedhertothinkthathemeanttoreturndirectlytohisoffice,butwhenhecameouttotheopenairhetoldthechauffeurinattendancetoawaithiminfrontofMr。Vertrees'shouse,whitherhehimselfproceededonfoot。
　　Mr。Vertreeshadtakenthesaleofhalfofhisworthlessstockasmannainthewilderness;itcamefromheaven——bywhatagencyhedidnotparticularlyquestion。Thebrokerinformedhimthat"partieswereinterestedingettingholdofthestock,"andthatlatertheremightbeapossibleincreaseinthevalueofthelargeamountretainedbyhisclient。Itmightgo"quiteawaysup"withinayearorso,hesaid,andheadvised"sittingtight"withit。Mr。
　　Vertreeswenthomeandprayed。
　　Herosefromhiskneesfeelingthathewassurelycomingintohisownagain。
　　Itwasmorethanameregaspoftemporaryreliefwithhim,andhiswifesharedhisoptimism;butMarywouldnotlethimbuybackherpiano,andasforfurs——springwasontheway,shesaid。Buttheypaidthebutcher,thebaker,andthecandlestick—maker,andhiredacookoncemore。ItwasthisservitresswhoopenedthedoorforSheridanandpresentlyassuredhimthatMissVertreeswould"bedown。"
　　Hewasnotthemantoconcealadmirationwhenhefeltit,andheflushedandbeamedasMarymadeherappearance,almostupontheheelsofthecook。Shehadalookofapprehensionforthefirstfractionofasecond,butitvanishedatthesightofhim,anditsplacewastakeninhereyesbyasoftbrilliance,whilecolorrushedinhercheeks。
　　"Don'tbesurprised,"hesaid。"Truthis,inawayit'ssortofonbusinessI
　　lookedinhere。It'llonlytakeaminute,Iexpect。"
　　"I'msorry,"saidMary。"Ihopedyou'dcomebecausewe'reneighbors。"
　　Hechuckled。"Neighbors！Sometimespeopledon'tseesomucho'theirneighborsastheyusedto。Thatis,Ihearso——lately。"
　　"You'llstaylongenoughtositdown,won'tyou？"
　　"IguessIcouldmanagethatmuch。"Andtheysatdown,facingeachotherandnotfarapart。
　　"Ofcourse,itcouldn'tbecalledbusiness,exactly,"hesaid,moregravely。
　　"Notatall,Iexpect。Butthere'ssomethingo'yoursitseemedtomeIoughttogiveyou,andIjustthoughtitwasbettertobringitmyselfandexplainhowIhappenedtohaveit。It'sthis——thisletteryouwrotemyboy。"Heextendedthelettertohersolomnly,inhislefthand,andshetookitgentlyfromhim。"Itwasinhismail,afterhewashurt。Youknewhenevergotit,Iexpect。"
　　"Yes,"shesaid,inalowvoice。
　　Hesighed。"I'mgladhedidn't。Not,"headded,quickly——"notbutwhatyoudidjustrighttosendit。Youdid。Youcouldn'tactedanyotherwaywhenitcamerightdownTOit。Thereain'tanyblamecomin'toyou——youwereabove—boardallthrough。"
　　Marysaid,"Thankyou,"almostinawhisper,andwithherheadbowedlow。
　　"You'llhavetoexcusemeforreadin'it。Ihadtotakechargeofallhismailandeverything;Ididn'tknowthehandwritin',andIreaditall——onceI
　　gotstarted。"
　　"I'mgladyoudid。"
　　"Well"——heleanedforwardasiftorise——"Iguessthat'saboutall。Ijustthoughtyououghttohaveit。"
　　"Thankyouforbringingit。"
　　Helookedatherhopefully,asifhethoughtandwishedthatshemighthavesomethingmoretosay。Butsheseemednottobeawareofthisglance,andsatwithhereyesfixedsorrowfullyuponthefloor。
　　"Well,IexpectIbetterbegettin'backtotheoffice,"hesaid,risingdesperately。"Itold——ItoldmypartnerI'dbebackattwoo'clock,andI
　　guesshe'llthinkI'mapoorbusinessmanifhecatchesmebehindtime。Igottowalkthechalkamightystraightlinethesedays——withTHATfellowkeepin'
　　tabsonme！"
　　Maryrosewithhim。"I'vealwaysheardYOUweretheharddriver。"
　　Heguffawedderisively。"Me？I'mnothin'tothatpartnero'mine。Youcouldn'tguesstosaveyourlifehowhekeepsaftermetoholdupmyendo'
　　thejob。Ishouldn'tbesurprisedhe'dgivemethegrandbouncesomeday,andrunthewholecircusbyhimself。Youknowhowheis——oncehegoesATathing！"
　　"No,"shesmiled。"Ididn'tknowyouhadapartner。I'dalwaysheard——"
　　Helaughed,lookingawayfromher。"It'sjustmywayo'speakin'o'thatboyo'mine,Bibbs。"
　　Hestoodthen,expectant,staringoutintothehallwithanairofcarelessgeniality。Hefeltthatshecertainlymustatleastsay,"HowISBibbs？"
　　butshesaidnothingatall,thoughhewaiteduntilthesilencebecameembarrassing。
　　"Well,IguessIbetterbegettin'downthere,"hesaid,atlast。"Hemightworry。"
　　"Good—by——andthankyou,"saidMary。
　　"Forwhat？"
　　"Fortheletter。"
　　"Oh,"hesaid,blankly。"You'rewelcome。Good—by。"
　　Maryputoutherhand。"Good—by。"
　　"You'llhavetoexcusemylefthand,"hesaid。"Ihadalittleaccidenttotheotherone。"
　　Shegaveapityingcryasshesaw。"Oh,poorMr。Sheridan！"
　　"Nothin'atall！Dictateeverythingnowadays,anyhow。"Helaughedjovially。
　　"Didanybodytellyouhowithappened？"
　　"Iheardyouhurtyourhand,butno——notjusthow。"
　　"Itwasthisway,"hebegan,andboth,asifunconsciously,satdownagain。
　　"Youmaynotknowit,butIusedtoworryagooddealabouttheyoungesto'myboys——theonethatusedtocometoseeyousometimes,afterJim——thatis,I
　　meanBibbs。He'stheoneIspokeofasmypartner;andthetruthisthat'swhatit'sjustaboutgoin'toamountto,oneo'thesedays——ifhishealthholdsout。Well,youremember,Iexpect,Ihadhimonamachineoverataplanto'mine;andsometimesI'dkindo'sneakinthereandseehowhewasgettin'along。Takeadoctorwithmesometimes,becauseBibbsneverWASsorobust,youmightsay。OleDocGurney——Iguessmaybeyouknowhim？Tall,thinman;actssleepy——"
　　"Yes。"