And I'm through.

I'm tired," he added simply.

"I want to live my own life away from the things I can't do well.

I'm tired of drifting." "And to-night ?" Brian flung out his hands.
"The last straw!" he said bitterly.
"You're meaning the shotgun, Brian ?" demanded Kenny.
"I'm meaning the shotgun." "What will you do ?" interposed the peacemaker in the nick of time.
"I've done some free-lance reporting for John Whitaker," said Brian.
"I think he'll give me a big chance.

He's interested." His voice--it had in it at times a hint of Kenny's soft and captivating brogue--was splendidly boyish and eager now.