He shook his head.

“Jimmy always liked it better down East. He rose up to his position in the East. Were you a friend of my boy's, Mr. — ?”

“We were close friends.”

“He had a big future before him, you know. He was only a young man but he had a lot of brain power here.”

He touched his head impressively and I nodded.

“If he'd of lived he'd of been a great man. A man like James J. Hill. He'd of helped build up the country.”

“That's true,” I said, uncomfortably.

He fumbled at the embroidered coverlet, trying to take it from the bed, and lay down stiffly — was instantly asleep.