"I haven't meant to offend you or insult you, but if you want to see it that way--all right, it suits me.

You needn't look about you, for you won't find any sledges here; you ought to know that." "What do you mean--" asked Langham in a whisper.
"Draw up a chair and sit down, Marsh, and we'll thrash this thing out if it takes all night.

Here, have a cigar!" for Langham had drawn forward a chair.

With trembling fingers he took the cigar the gambler handed him.
"Now light up," said Gilmore.

He watched Langham strike a match, watched his shaking hands as he brought its flame to the cigar's end.