I was perplexed.

I had lost my desire for revenge on Rucker; and just then I felt no ambition, and saw no light.

I was ready, I suppose, to begin a life of drifting; this time with no aim, not even a remote one--for my one object in life had vanished.

But something in the way of guidance always has come to me at such times; and it came now.

The one man who was in the bar when I came in got up, and moving over by me, sat down in a chair by my side.
"Cold day," said he.
I agreed, and looked him over carefully.