There is a year still to run." Four o'clock found Cutty pacing his study, the room blue with smoke.
Of all the queer chaps he had met in his varied career this Two-Hawks topped the lot.

The constant internal turmoil that must be going on, the instincts of the blood--artist and autocrat! And in the end, the owner of a cattle ranch, if he had the luck to get there alive! Dizzy old world.
Something else happened at four o'clock.

A policeman strolled into Eightieth Street.

He was at peace with the world.

Spring was in his whistle, in his stride, in the twirl of his baton.