The annual hegira pleasureward was beginning.
And as yet only Randall Clayton's burning eyes marked the conflict raging in his soul.

But he longed to leap into the open, and boldly defy Worthington.

For a new purpose had stolen upon him in these weeks--the sudden desire for wealth.
He craved money for but one object--to cast it at the feet of Irma Gluyas and then to bear her away from a world of lies to the storied Danube, where woman's rosy lip rests in clinging transports upon lips speaking the wild love of the gallant Magyar land.

He now knew the power of wealth.

Clayton had become as secretive as the young Pawnee on his first warpath.