"Old man reckoned Strange made it in a fortnight's march." "From the creek, or from the place where he was sent?
Or do you mean the double journey ?" "Don't know," Drummond answered dully.

"Old man said fortnight.

Told you all I remember." Then he slipped down in the big chair, his head drooped forward, and he fell into a drunken sleep.

Stormont got up and leaned against the table.
He had borne some strain in the last few minutes, because it had been obvious that Drummond was overcome by liquor and would soon be unable to talk, while when he woke up sober he might repent his rashness.

Now Stormont imagined he had told him all he knew, and it ought to be worth fifty dollars.