Bland seemed thoughtful.
"That's about the only qualification I have to make me eligible for your band," said Duane, easily.
"It's good enough," replied Bland, shortly.

"Will you consider the idea ?" "I'll think it over.

Good night." He left the group, followed by Euchre.

When they reached the end of the lane, and before they had exchanged a word, Bland called Euchre back.
Duane proceeded slowly along the moonlit road to the cabin and sat down under the cottonwoods to wait for Euchre.

The night was intense and quiet, a low hum of insects giving the effect of a congestion of life.
The beauty of the soaring moon, the ebony canons of shadow under the mountain, the melancholy serenity of the perfect night, made Duane shudder in the realization of how far aloof he now was from enjoyment of these things.