"Nothing at all serious, Mrs. Lockwin," explains Corkey.

"Oh, I am so very sorry," says the lady. "Mr. Chalmers, you find me
unable to express my feelings. I cannot tell you how many things I
should like to explain, and how seriously I am embarrassed by the evils
I have brought on you. I dare say only that I am a person of large
means, and am sensible that I cannot repay you. I owe my life to your
noble act. If I can ever be of service to you, please to command me.
I shall certainly testify my regard for you in some proper way, but it
afflicts me to feel that you are so much worse hurt than I was by the
runaway. I lost a noble husband. If he had been alive you would not
have been left unthanked and unserved for so long a time."

It distresses Corkey.

"That's what he was--a white man!"

David Lockwin is dumb. But he thinks he is saying: "I am David
Lockwin! I am David Lockwin!"

"It is a sweet remembrance, now." Her voice grows clearer. "They tell
me I did wrong to mourn so bitterly. I suppose I did. Mr. Chalmers, I
should like to entertain you on your recovery. How singular! This is
our old family drug store! Didn't Dr. Floddin keep here? Poor Dr.
Floddin! Oh! David! David! Good-bye, Mr. Chalmers."

"He's not badly hurt at all," says Corkey, "you mustn't worry over
that."