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n me. You won't have the chance to-morrow." There was no reply. Only from far away there came again the weird yell of a jackal. For a few seconds more Nick lay frowning. Then swiftly and quietly he arose, and stepped to the window. There he stopped dead as if in sudden irresolution; for Will was sunk upon his knees by the table with his head upon his work and his arms flung out with clenched hands in an attitude of the most utter, the most anguished despair. He made no sound of any sort; only, as Nick watched, his bowed shoulders heaved once convulsively. It was only for a moment that Nick stood hesitating. The next, obeying an impulse that he never stopped to question, he moved straight forward to Will's side; and then saw--what he had not at first seen--a piece of paper crumpled and gripped in one of his hands. He bent over him and spoke rapidly, but without agitation. "Hullo, old boy! What is it! Bad news, eh?" Will started and groaned, then sharply turned his face upwards. It was haggard and drawn and ghastly, but even then its boyishness remained. He spoke at once, replying to Nick in short, staccato tones. "I've had a message--just come through. It's the kiddie--our little chap--he died--last night." Nick heard the news in silence. After a moment he stooped forward and took the paper out of Will's hand, thrusting it away without a glance into his own pocket. Then he took him by the arm and hoisted him up. "Come inside!" he said briefly. Will went with him blindly, too stricken to direct his own movements. And so he presently found himself crouching forward in a chair staring at Nick's steady hand mixing whiskey and water in a glass at his elbow. As Nick held it towards him he burst into sudden, wild speech. "I've lost her!" he exclaimed harshly. "I've lost her! It was only the kiddie that bound us together. She never cared a half-penny about me. I always knew I should never hold her unless we had a child. And now--and now--" "Easy!" said Nick. "Easy! Just drink this like a good chap. There's no sense in letting yourself go." Will drank submissively, and covered his face. "Oh, man," he whispered brokenly, "you don't know what it is to be despised by the one being in the world you worship." Nick said nothing. His lips twitched a little, that was all. But when several miserable seconds had dragged away and Will had not moved, he bent suddenly down and put his arm round the huddled shoul
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