Ba'teese he only fight for the excitement.

So, to-morrow we go!" And on the next day they went, again to go over all the details of their mad, foundationless escapade with Chance, to talk it all over in the old smoking car, to weigh the balance against them from every angle, and to see failure on every side.

But they had become gamblers with Fate; for one, it was his final opportunity, to take or disregard, with a faint glimmer of success at one end of the vista, with the wiping out of every hope at the other.

They tried not to look at the gloomy side, but that was impossible.

As the train ground its way up the circuitous grades, Houston felt that he was headed finally for the dissolution.