"That's what I say," answered Clarence, the old, despairing look coming over him again. "Let me die."
Mr. Smith looked disgusted.
"If you don't leave off whining," he exclaimed, "I shall be strongly tempted to kick you!"
Clarence did not move; he picked up his hat and left the pistol where it had fallen.
"Be a man," continued Mr. Smith. "Don't be afraid of the world and the world won't hurt you."
Humiliated, and with his head in a whirl, Clarence quitted the room, and Mr. Smith re-entered the gambling-saloon, in which was a noisy party of miners who, having come into town with plenty of money, could not resist the fascinations of faro.
All at once Mr. Smith was confronted by a man, who exclaimed:
"So we have met sooner than I expected!"
"Harkaway," repeated the person who called himself Smith.
"At your service, my lord," was the reply.