I am done with John Calhoun.

He may get some other fool for his service." "Where do you propose going, then, my friend ?" "West," I answered.

"West to the Rockies--" Doctor Ward calmly produced a tortoise shell snuffbox from his left-hand waistcoat pocket, and deliberately took snuff.

"You are going to do nothing of the kind," said he calmly.

"You are going to keep your promise to John Calhoun and to me.