Also you wear two revolvers in a light, leather harness strapped up under your armpits," said the Tracer, laughing.

"Take them off, Mr.Burke.There is nothing to be gained in shooting up Mr.Smiles or converting Mr.Gandon into nitrates." "If it is a matter where one man can help another," the Tracer added simply, "it would give me pleasure to place my resources at your command--without recompense--" "Mr.Keen!" said Burke, astonished.
"Yes ?" "You are very amiable; I had not wished--had not expected anything except professional interest from you." "Why not?
I like you, Mr.Burke." The utter disarming candor of this quiet, elderly gentleman silenced the younger man with a suddenness born of emotions long crushed, long relentlessly mastered, and which now, in revolt, shook him fiercely in every fiber.

All at once he felt very young, very helpless in the world--that same world through which, until within a few weeks, he had roved so confidently, so arrogantly, challenging man and the gods themselves in the pride of his strength and youth.
But now, halting, bewildered, lost amid the strange maze of byways whither impulse had lured and abandoned him, he looked out into a world of wilderness and unfamiliar stars and shadow shapes undreamed of, and he knew not which way to turn--not even how to return along the ways his impetuous feet had trodden in this strange and hopeless quest of his.
"How can you help me ?" he said bluntly, while the quivering undertone rang in spite of him.

"Yes, I am in love; but how can any living man help me ?" "Are you in love with the dead ?" asked the Tracer gravely.

"For that only is hopeless.