"You must," he said; "it'll pull you together.

Don't go under now, Graham.

You kept your nerve just now--come on." At that Peter took it, and drained the little cup the other poured out for him.

Then he handed it back, without a word.
"Feel better ?" queried the other, a trifle curiously, staring at him.
"Yes, thanks," said Peter--"a damned sight better! Poor old Jenks! What blasted luck that he should have got it!...

Langton, I wish to God it had been me!".