You're white," he said; and added with a little patronizing gesture, "I'm not going to desert you." After that he apparently went to sleep, and Weston, who felt no inclination for the company of the others, went out and sat on one of the car platforms, glad for the time being to be rid of him.
There was a moon in the sky, and the silvery light streamed down on towering hillside and battalions of flitting pines.

The great train swept on, clattering and clanking, and dust and fragments of ballast whirled about the lonely man.

Still, the rush of the cool night wind was exhilarating, and his mind was busy, though his thoughts were not altogether pleasant.

The few weeks he had spent in Ida Stirling's company had reawakened ambition in him; and that was why he had set out with Grenfell in search of the mine.

Though he had not reproached his comrade, and had, indeed, only half believed in the quartz lead, the failure to find it had been a blow.