Their silence seemed to rouse Gilmore to what was passing about him.

He glanced at the elder Harbison.
"You look tired, Colonel," he said.

"Why don't you stretch out on that lounge yonder and take a nap ?" "I think I shall, Andy, if you and Watt don't mind." And the colonel quitted his chair.
"Better put your coat over you," advised the gambler.
He watched the colonel as he made himself comfortable on the lounge, then he lighted a fresh cigar, tilted his chair against the wall and with head thrown back studied the ceiling.

Watt Harbison made one or two tentative attempts at conversation, to which Gilmore briefly responded, then the young fellow also became thoughtful.

He fell to watching the gambler's strong profile which the lamp silhouetted against the opposite wall; then drowsiness completely overcame him and he slept in his chair with his head fallen forward on his breast.
Gilmore, alert and sleepless, smoked on; he was thinking of Evelyn Langham.