Good night!" He went out of the firelight and stumbled through the dark to his own wagons.

But when he came to them he could not stop.

Under all the exhilaration he had been conscious of the great pain within him, drugged for the moment, but never wholly stifled.

Now the stimulus of the drink had gone, and the pain had awakened to be his master.
He went past the wagons and out on to the prairie that stretched away, a sea of silvery gray in the moonlight.

As he walked, the whole stupendous load of sorrow settled upon him.