Oh,
but I was thankful to see Craig come in, and the joy in the old man's
eyes was beautiful to see. There was no pain at last, and no fear. He
would not allow me to reproach myself, saying over and over, "You would
have done the same for me"--as I would, fast enough--"and it is better
me than you. I am old and done; you will do much good yet for the boys."
And he kept looking at me till I could only promise to do my best.
'But I am glad I told him how much good he had done me during the last
year, for he seemed to think that too good to be true. And when Craig
told him how he had helped the boys in the camp, and how Sandy and
Baptiste and the Campbells would always be better men for his life
among them, the old man's face actually shone, as if light were coming
through. And with surprise and joy he kept on saying, "Do you think
so? Do you think so? Perhaps so, perhaps so." At the last he talked of
Christmas night at the camp. You were there, you remember. Craig had
been holding a service, and something happened, I don't know what, but
they both knew.
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