A loaded revolver was still gripped in Duff's right hand, though the gambler was too weak and in too much pain to fire.
Dr.Furniss' office was near by, and the young physician, sharing in the popular excitement, was awake.

He came out on the run, bending over the wounded man to examine him.

"Duff," said Dr.Furniss gravely, after a brief examination, "I deem it my duty to tell you that you've dealt your last card.

Have you any wishes to express before we move you ?" "I--want to--talk to--Reade," groaned the injured man.
"Certainly," replied Tom, when the request was repeated to him.

Stepping softly to where the gambler lay on the sidewalk, Reade bent over him.
"Duff," said Reade gravely, "you and I haven't always been the best of friends, but I can say honestly that I'm sorry to see you in this plight.