Some of the habitues in the orchestra chairs in Breen's office had cursed loud and deep when they saw their margins melt away; and one or two of the directors had broken out into open revolt, charging Breen with the fiasco, but most of the others had held their peace.

It was better to crawl away into the tall grass there to nurse their wounds than to give the enemy a list of the killed and wounded.

Now and then an outsider--one who had watched the battle from afar--saw more of the fight than the contestants themselves.

Among these was Garry Minott.
"You heard how Mason, the Chicago man, euchred the Mukton gang, didn't you ?" he had shouted to a friend one night at the Magnolia--"Oh, listen! boys.

They set up a job on him,--he's a countryman, you know a poor little countryman--from a small village called Chicago--he's got three millions, remember, all in hard cash.