between faces.

"You have saved my life," said the strange man, still looking
hard in Arthur's face, still holding tightly by his hand. "If you
had been my own brother, you could not have done more for me than
that."

He laid a singularly strong emphasis on those three words "my own
brother," and a change passed over his face as he pronounced
them--a change that no language of mine is competent to describe.

"I hope I have not done being of service to you yet," said
Arthur. "I'll speak to my father as soon as I get home."

"You seem to be fond and proud of your father," said the medical
student. "I suppose, in return, he is fond and proud of you?"

"Of course he is," answered Arthur, laughing. "Is there anything
wonderful in that? Isn't _your_ father fond--"

The stranger suddenly dropped young Holliday's hand and turned
his face away.

"I beg your pardon," said Arthur. "I hope I have not
unintentionally pained you. I hope you have not lost your
father?"

"I can't well lose what I have never had," retorted the medical
student, with a harsh mocking laugh.