"She'd think me no better than a savage--and, damn it! I'm not much above the savage state, as far as this side of life is concerned." Grant interrupted his mournful musings with: "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll have my bath." And, Walter following, he went in at a door to the right, through which Craig had a glimpse of marble walls and floor, of various articles of more than Roman luxury.

The moments dragged away until half an hour had passed.
"What the devil!" Josh called out.

"What are you doing all this time ?" "Massage," responded Grant.

"You can come in." Craig entered the marble chamber, seated himself on a corner of the warmed marble couch on which Grant lay luxuriating in Walter's powerful massage.

"Do you go through this thing often ?" demanded he.
"Every morning--except when I'm roughing it.