Ludwell Cary might not know where all his shafts were striking, but Rand felt the sting.

Fair fight in the courtroom,--that was one thing,--but this paper was wrought of sterner stuff.

There was in it even a solemnity of warning.

Rand's soul, that was in the grasp of Giant Two-Ways, writhed for a moment, then lay still again.

With his characteristic short laugh, he shook off the feeling that he mistook for weakness, dismissed the momentary abashment, and pursued his way through the snowy streets.