Only the god himself may take
This music out of my blood, this glory out of my breath,
This lift, this rapture, this singing might,
And love that outlasts death.'"
When they went in, Wheaton was alone in the smoking compartment and they joined him to discuss their plans for the drive to Poindexter's place.
"We'd better push right on to the ranch house as soon as we get to Great River," said Saxton. "We're due there at three o'clock. We ought to get back to take the nine o'clock train home in any event."
"And what's going to happen if we find the man there?" asked Raridan. "We want the boy and him, too, don't we?"
Wheaton sat with his eyes turned toward the window, which the darkness made opaque.
"If he's cornered he'll be glad to drop the boy and clear out. But we want to take him home with us too, don't we, Wheaton?" asked Saxton.
"I should think we'd better make sure of the boy first," Wheaton answered. "That would be a good night's work."