The Owner's Old Car

'Let's have some gas,' cried Tom roughly. 'What do you think we stop for to admire the view?' "'I'm sick,' said Wilson, without moving. He had discovered that Myrtle had some sort of life apart from him in another world and the shock had made him physically sick. I stared at him, and then at Tom, who had made a parallel discovery less than an hour before. It occurred to me that there was no difference between men. In intelligence or race, so profound as a difference between the sick and the well.