He felt as though he were on the verge of some new discovery.

His breath came thick and fast, but it was with eagerness, not fear.

He had been so worked upon and played upon by a master hand, that the thought of fear found no place within his breast.

What was this other way of which his master spoke?
"The gold is ours, Tom.

We have won it with the best that is in us--with our heart's blood, as men say.