With a swing of his arm he could throw it among the pines; he wanted to hear it smash.
Victory could be won by a quick movement; but afterwards?
The touch of the glass and the way the yellow liquid gleamed in the light fired his blood.

If he was to win an enduring victory, he must fight to a finish.
Leaving the bottle in the light, he moved his chair and sat down close by, after which he looked at his watch.

He would give himself half an hour.

If he could hold out now, he need not be afraid again, because the odds against him would never be so heavy.

The craving was reenforced by pain and bodily fatigue; his jangled nerves demanded a stimulant.