Her mental sight was as keen and accurate as that which runs along the rifle-barrel of the great hunter with the red deer in view.
Suzon Charlemagne no company for Charley Steele?
What did it matter! He had entered into other people's lives to-day, had played their games with them and for them, and now he would play his own game, live his own life in his own way through the rest of this day.

He thirsted for some sort of combat, for the sharp contrasts of life, for the common and the base; he thirsted even for the white whiskey against which he had warned his groom.

He was reckless--not blindly, but wilfully, wildly reckless, caring not at all what fate or penalty might come his way.
"What do I care!" he said to himself.

"I shall never squeal at any penalty.

I shall never say in the great round-up that I was weak and I fell.