He was mortally anxious about winning through with his job, but he didn't care a rush for his life.
'I reckon it's like going to sleep when you are pretty well tired out, and waking to find a summer day with the scent of hay coming in at the window.

I used to thank God for such mornings way back in the Blue-Grass country, and I guess I'll thank Him when I wake up on the other side of Jordan.' Next day he was much more cheerful, and read the life of Stonewall Jackson much of the time.

I went out to dinner with a mining engineer I had got to see on business, and came back about half-past ten in time for our game of chess before turning in.
I had a cigar in my mouth, I remember, as I pushed open the smoking-room door.

The lights were not lit, which struck me as odd.

I wondered if Scudder had turned in already.
I snapped the switch, but there was nobody there.