The gigantic sink of white alkali glowed like snow.

McTeague, now far into the desert, held steadily on, swinging forward with great strides.

His enormous strength held him doggedly to his work.

Sullenly, with his huge jaws gripping stolidly together, he pushed on.

At midnight he stopped.
"Now," he growled, with a certain desperate defiance, as though he expected to be heard, "now, I'm going to lay up and get some sleep.