That astonishing evening had come to an end.

The whirl of things and people, the crowd of dancers, Delaney, the gun fight, Hilma Tree, her eyes fixed on him in mute confession, the rabble in the harness room, the news of the regrade, the fierce outburst of wrath, the hasty organising of the League, all went spinning confusedly through his recollection.

But he was exhausted.

Time enough in the morning to think it all over.

By now it was raining sharply.