Such men he would like to know and to call his friends.

But now the deepening gloom, the darkening of the sky above, the gray picture ahead of him--the Chippewayan, as silent as the trees, the dogs pulling noiselessly in their traces like slinking shadows, the ghost-like desolation about him, all recalled him to that other factor in the game, who was DeBar the outlaw, and not DeBar the man.

In this same way, he imagined, Forbes, Bannock, Fleisham and Gresham had begun the game, and they had lost.

Perhaps they, too, had gone out weakened by visions of the equity of things, for the sympathy of man for man is strong when they meet above the sixtieth.
DeBar was ahead of him--DeBar the outlaw, watching and scheming as he had watched and schemed when the other four had played against him.

The game had grown old to him.