Those were the early days, sir--the early days." His head had fallen back quite easily on the pillow now; but a slight film seemed to be closing over his dark eyes, like the inner lid of an eagle when it gazes upon the sun.
"They were the old days, sir--the days of Men--when a man's WORD was enough for anything, and his trigger-finger settled any doubt.

When the Trust that he took from Man, Woman, or Child was never broken.

When the tide, sir, that swept through the Golden Gate came up as far as Montgomery Street." He did not speak again.

But they who stood beside him knew that the tide had once more come up to Montgomery Street, and was carrying Harry Pendleton away with it..