There is but one time of happiness--but one time when the thorn has no sting--when the scorn bites not--when the sneer chafes not--when the pride and the spirit shrink not--when there is no wild passion to make everything a storm and a conflagration among the senses--and that is--when one forgets!--I would that I could sleep!" As he spoke, his head sunk upon the table with a heavy sound, as if unconsciousness had really come with the articulated wish.

He started quickly, however, as now, for the first time, the presence of Dillon became obvious, and hurriedly thrusting the portrait into his vest, he turned quickly to the intruder, and sternly demanded the occasion of his interruption.

The lieutenant was prepared, and at once replied to the interrogatory with the easy, blunt air of one who not only felt that he might be confided in, but who was then in the strict performance of his duties.
"I came at your own call, captain.

I have just returned from the river, and skirting down in that quarter, and was kept something later than I looked for; hearing, on my arrival, that you had been inquiring for me, I did not hesitate to present myself at once, not knowing but the business might be pressing." "It is pressing," responded the outlaw, seemingly well satisfied with the tacit apology.

"It is pressing, Dillon, and you will have little time for rest before starting again.