I've been a fool, ah, such a fool!" A shudder shook his frame.

"Oh, Dunn, old man, I don't mind for myself, I can go out easily enough, but it's my little sister! It will break her heart, and she has no one else; she will have to bear it all alone." "What do you mean, Cameron ?" asked Dunn sharply.
Cameron sprang to his feet.

"Let it go," he cried.

"Let it go for to-night, anyway." He seized a decanter which stood all too ready to his hand, but Dunn interposed.
"Listen to me, old man," he said, in a voice of grave and earnest sadness, while he pushed Cameron back into a chair.

"We have a desperately hard game before us, you and I,--this is my game, too,--and we must be fit; so, Cameron, I want your word that you will play up for all that's in you; that you will cut this thing out," pointing to the decanter, "and will keep fit to the last fighting minute.