"You can't drop it till you have turned the last page."--Cleveland Leader.
"Its very audacity of motive, of execution, of solution, almost takes one's breath away. The boldness of its denouement is sublime."--Boston Transcript.
"The literary hit of a generation. The best of it is the story deserves all its success. A masterly story."--St. Louis Dispatch.
"The story is ingeniously told, and cleverly constructed."--The Dial.
"Where are your ambitions?"
"They don't exist."
"Don't exist? Yet you voice your country? I concluded that much in the fog."
Chilcote laughed sarcastically.
"When one has voiced one's country for six years one gets hoarse--it's a natural consequence."
The other smiled. "Ah, discontent!" he said. "The modern canker. But we must both be getting under way. Good-night! Shall we shake hands--to prove that we are genuinely material?"
Chilcote had been standing unusually still, following the stranger's words--caught by his self-reliance and impressed by his personality. Now, as he ceased to speak, he moved quickly forward, impelled by a nervous curiosity.
"Why should we just hail each other and pass--like the proverbial ships?" he said, impulsively. "If Nature was careless enough to let the reproduction meet the original, she must abide the consequences."
The other laughed, but his laugh was short. "Oh, I don't know. Our roads lie differently. You would get nothing out of me, and