His muscular fingers fell to tapping the prayer-rug on the table, drumming out an impatient little tattoo.
"Duel?
Lord's sake, man! With whom ?" "With Fate.

Now, listen!" The Master's tones became more animated.
A little of the inward fires had begun to burn through his self-restraint.

"Listen to me, and not a word till I'm done! You're dryrotting for life, man.

Dying for it, gasping for it, eating your heart out for it! So am I.So are twenty-five or thirty men we know, between us, in this city.

That's all true, eh ?" "Some!" "Yes! We wouldn't have to go outside New York to find at least twenty-five or thirty in the same box we're in.