"Then, again," he ruminated, "Kendale is thoroughly selfish to the
backbone, and if he has successfully hoodwinked these people and is
living off the fat of the land and rolling in money, as it were, ten
chances to one he has quite forgotten my very existence.
"He ought to have sent me more provisions to-day, and more tobacco; and
it is nightfall and no sign of any one."
The next day and the next passed in the same fashion.
By this time Halloran had become thoroughly exasperated.
"This settles the bill," he muttered; "I leave this place to-night. I do
not see much need of staying here any longer, anyhow. Armstrong will not
last many hours longer; he couldn't; it's beyond human physical
possibility."
In the semi-twilight he looked in at his prisoner.
Lester had fallen into so deep a sleep that he seemed scarcely to
breathe, and the dim, fading light falling in through the chinks of the
boarded window gave his face, which was beginning to grow pale because
of his confinement, an unusually grayish pallor at this twilight hour.
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