Fortunately, the sun's rays came down hot and bright, and the rock grew warmer, so that by degrees the terribly void look began to leave Mark Penelly's face, and at last, when Harry held out his hand, saying, "Do you feel better?"  Mark Penelly caught it in both of his, clung to it, and, turning half over on his face, laid his forehead against it, and, forgetting his years of manhood, lay there in his weakness, and sobbed and cried like a child.