"I have no name I tell you, no past, no future.

Let me alone, or by Heaven I'll shoot you!" Francis shrugged his shoulders, and turned away with a sigh.
"A word with you outside," he said to Trent--and Trent followed him out into the night.

The moon was paling--in the east there was a faint shimmer of dawn.

A breeze was rustling in the trees.

The two men stood face to face.
"Look here, sir," Francis said, "I notice that this concession of yours is granted to you and your partner jointly whilst alive and to the survivor, in case of the death of either of you." "What then ?" Trent asked fiercely.
"This! It's a beastly unfair arrangement, but I suppose it's too late to upset it.