But then you know that when you called to me I really thought you were in for a shindy.

All the same, Whiskey Dick did that 'hands up' to perfection: how he managed it I don't know, but his knees seemed to knock together as if he was in a real funk." Demorest had thought so too, but he made no reply.

How far that miserable drunkard was a forced or willing accomplice of the events of last night was part of a question that had become more and more repugnant to him as he was leaving the scene of it forever.

It had come upon him, desecrating the dream he had dreamt that last night and turning its hopeful climax to bitterness.

Small wonder that Barker, walking by his side, had his quick sympathies aroused, and as he saw that shadow, which they were all familiar with, but had never sought to penetrate, fall upon his companion's handsome face, even his youthful spirits yielded to it.