It's the greatest part any man could be called upon to play.

It will prove the difference between you and them...." Holt Dalrymple crushed Lane's hand in both his own.

On his face was a glow--his dark eyes flashed: "Lane--that'll be about all," he burst out with a kind of breathlessness.

Then his head high, he stalked out.
The next day was bad.

Lane suffered from both over-exertion and intensity of emotion.