He half laughed. "There'll be small need for one, and if there were I've got no funds. It will take a lot of money." "Well, what of that? I've got a lot of money. My guardian told me so today. I'm worth somewhere between a quarter and a half million dollars anyway--I'm not rich--but that would help us." He laughed at this harshly. "I didn't know you had any money at all. And you think I'd be coward enough to take your money to get out of here--after what I have learned about myself since yesterday? Do you suppose I'd take my life from you--such a life as it's got to be now?" "What do you mean, Don?--you won't let me go, will you? You don't mean----" She stepped toward him, in sudden terror of his resolution. "Why, _Don_!" "Yes, yes. I spent all the afternoon here alone trying to think. Well, I won't compromise. I never meant to pull you into this--I'll not let you be dragged into it by your own great-heartedness. But, Anne, Anne, dearest, dearest, surely you know that when I spoke to you yesterday I didn't know what I know today! I thought I had a father. You _know_ I'd not deceive you--you _do_ know that?" There was a shuffle on the stone floor of the cell. Sheriff Cowles, coughing loudly, was turning away from them. A moment later the door closed behind him. "Ha-hum!" said he to himself outside the door. "Oh, hell! I wish't I wasn't sher'ff." They were alone. With the door closed the cell was dark, save for the twilight filtering through the barred windows high up along the wall. Anne came closer to him and put her hands upon his shoulders. "Oh, Don," said she, "it's hard, awfully hard, isn't it, to start with such a handicap? But when did all the men in the world start even? And is it always the one who starts first that finishes best? Don, you played the game in college--so did I--we've both got to play the game now! We'll have to take our handicap. But you mustn't talk about sending me away. I can't stand everything. Oh, don't! I can't stand that!" Her voice was choking now. She was sobbing, striving not to do so. He caught her wrists in his hands, as her hands still lay upon his shoulders; but he did not draw her to him. "Anne," said he, "the time comes in every man's life for him to die. I heard once about a man who could not swim and who saw his wife drown in the stream by him, almost at his side. He ran along and shouted, and said he could not swim. Well, he lived. The woman died. Suppose that had been our case. If we both went down together, it wouldn't be so bad, perhaps. But I'll not have my life as that sort of a gift." "You won't let me help you, Don?" "No! I won't let you have anything to do with me! I'll never allow your name to come on my lips, and you must never think of mentioning mine! Only--Anne, Anne--surely you don't think I had any idea before yesterday--about my father? I wouldn't buy my own happiness at that price. I'm no one's son. I'm dead, and doubly dead. But I never knew."