No wonder some of his old club friends regarded him as a scapegrace and a ne'er-do-well.

He had thrown away position, power, friends and home as carelessly as he might have tossed away the end of a cigar.

And all--for this! He looked about his cramped quarters, a half sneer on his lips.

He had tied himself to this! To his ears there came faintly the thunder of galloping hoofs.

Sergeant Moody was training his rookies to ride.