Jean had no response in words for the laconic Blue, but he wrung the hard, thin hand and hurried away in the darkness.
Once alone, his part of the business at hand rushed him into eager thrilling action.

This was the sort of work he was fitted to do.

In this instance it was important, but it seemed to him that Blue had coolly taken the perilous part.

And this cowboy with gray in his thin hair was in reality the great King Fisher! Jean marveled at the fact.
And he shivered all over for Jorth.

In ten minutes--fifteen, more or less, Jorth would lie gasping bloody froth and sinking down.