The Man Who Lost His Grip

The man's sleeve had slipp up, and there was the branded mark of the lodge upon his forearm. He never lost his grip, but he got it butt downward for a moment too long. There i was staring down at all that was left of ted baldwin. I'd recognized him in the township and again when he sprang for me,. But his own mother wouldn't recognize him as i saw him. Then i'm used to rough work, but i fairly turned sick at the sight of him.