He looked intently up and down the tracks; perhaps a train was coming.
"Here we are," cried Trina, as they came up to the rest of the party, crowded about the entrance.

"Yes, yes," observed McTeague, his head in the air.
"Gi' me four bits, Mac," said Marcus, coming up.

"Here's where we shell out." "I--I--I only got a quarter," mumbled the dentist, miserably.

He felt that he had ruined himself forever with Trina.

What was the use of trying to win her?
Destiny was against him.