It's mighty queer.

The whole thing is queer.
And the queerest part of the whole business is this sudden commission of mine at Fort Simpson." Kent leaned back against his pillows.

His breath came in a series of short, hacking coughs.

In the star glow O'Connor saw his face grow suddenly haggard and tired-looking, and he leaned far in so that in both his own hands he held one of Kent's.
"I'm tiring you, Jimmy," he said huskily.

"Good-by, old pal! I--I--" He hesitated and then lied steadily.