Lem spoke, while a dark flush mounted slowly up into his temples.
"Joe!" he said, "I'm not hurt. You may as well despise me. I am a coward."
A look went across Joe's face, half-assenting, half-indulgent.
"Never mind, old boy," he said, with patronizing good-will; "we can't all be cut after the same pattern."
He extended his hand to help his brother to his feet. A movement caused him to turn. Quinn had gathered strength to speak. He was leaning on his left elbow, staring at the two brothers. His face was ghastly, but his voice had lost none of its drawling scorn as he said to Joe, slowly and distinctly, "You in-fernal idiot!"
Then a great light broke in upon Joe Keith's mind, and he knew the truth.
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