That was all. Bob wheeled round toward Teddy, who smiled courageously. "It’s all right, Bob," he whispered, as their hands met over the rail of the cage. "I’ve got the right line on it. It’s my medicine, and I know how to take it. Keep ma and the girls from worrying, and I can go straight through with it." [Illustration: _"ALL RIGHT, MA! I’M READY!"_] It was all there was time for. They had not noticed that Stenhouse had said something about appeal, and the judge something about sentence. Everyone was leaving. Stenhouse came to shake hands with his client and tell him that the game wasn’t up yet. The boy thanked him. The cage was unlocked, and once more Teddy, with a guard in front and a guard following after him, went down the corkscrew stair. CHAPTER XXVIII "What I don’t understand, Bob," Collingham said, with faint indignation in his tone, "is whether you’re a married man or not." "I’m a married man, father, all right." "Then why don’t you live like a married man? I suppose you know that people are saying all sorts of things." Bob considered the simplest way in which to put his case. It was the afternoon of the day following the end of Teddy’s trial, and his father was giving him a lift homeward from the bank. It being winter, dark was already closing in, and though they were out of the city, great arc-lights were still strung along the roadways, which were otherwise lighted by flashes from hundreds of motor cars. "I’ve never said anything about this before," the father resumed, before Bob had found the right words, "because we’d all agreed—your mother, Edith, and myself—that we wouldn’t hamper you with questions about it while you were busy with something else. But now that that’s over—" "Part of it is over, but only part of it. We’ve a long road to travel yet." "If the appeal is denied, as I expect it will be, you’ll have to let me in on the application to the Governor for clemency. I think I’d have some influence there." "Thanks, dad. That’ll be a help." He asked, after further thinking, "Should you like me to live as a married man—considering who it is I’ve married?" Knowing that the question was a searching one, Bob found the reply much what he expected. "I want to see the best thing come out of a mixed-up situation. I don’t deny that all these problems bother me; but we have them on our hands, and so there’s no more to be said. We’ve got to find the wise thing to do, and do it. That’s all I’m after." "That’s all I’m after, myself, dad." "I don’t admit any responsibility for all this muss," Collingham declared, as if his son had accused him. "I don’t care what anyone thinks; my conscience is clear." "Of course, dad; of course!" "But since things have happened as they have, I’d like to make them as easy as I can for everyone; and whatever money can do—" "Or recognition?" They came back to the original question.