The last debate is on.

Wirt speaks first, and then I speak." "Ludwell Cary is fighting you," said Mocket.

"Fighting hard." "Yes." "Well, I'll be there to hear you speak.

Lord! if I could speak like you, Lewis, and plan like you, and if whiskey would let me alone, and if I wasn't afraid of the dark, I'd make a stir in the country--I'd go higher than a Franklin kite!" "You might manage the rest," said Rand, with good-natured scorn; "but it doesn't do to be afraid of the dark." From the pegs behind the door he took his greatcoat and beaver.

"I am going home now," he said.