Later he sent word he had run across it.

I returned and found him dead." The little missioner nodded, but did not speak.
"It is embarrassing," Kent went on.

"It almost seems as though I ought to go through with it, like a sport.

When a man loses, it isn't good taste to set up a howl.

It makes him sort of yellow-backed, you know.
To play the game according to rules, I suppose I ought to keep quiet and allow myself to be hung without making any disturbance.