In no situation had he displayed the white feather, at no time had he felt a thrill of fear.

His courage and recklessness had terrified Meleese, had astonished Croisset.

And yet--what had he done?
From the beginning--from the moment he first placed his foot in the Chinese cafe--his enemies had held the whip-hand.

He had been compelled to play a passive part.

Up to the point of the ambush on the Wekusko trail he might have found some vindication for himself.