What a tangle he had fallen upon! Once again there seemed to confront him a colossal Juggernaut, a moving, crushing, intangible thing, beyond his power to cope with.
"Now, what can I do ?" queried Holt, in sudden hope his friend might see a way out.
Despairingly, Lane racked his brain for some word of advice or assurance, if not of solution.

But he found none.

Then his spirit mounted, and with it passion.
"Holt, don't be a miserable coward," he began, in fierce scorn.
"You're a soldier, man, and you've got your life to _live_!...

The sun will rise--the days will be long and pleasant--you can work--_do_ something.

You can fish the streams in summer and climb the hills in autumn.