That was my password." "And, I hope, no more serious than ours," added Demorest.
Stacy laughed his short laugh.

Nevertheless, the conversation dragged again.

The feverish gayety of the early part of the evening was gone, and they seemed to be suffering from the reaction.

They fell into their old attitudes, looking from the firelight to the distant bulk of Black Spur without a word.

The occasional sound of the voices of promenaders on the veranda at last ceased; there was the noise of the shutting of heavy doors below, and Barker rose.
"You'll excuse me, boys; but I must go and say good-night to little Sta, and see that he's all right.