They ceased—there was no sound—except a fearful roaring as if he lay at the bottom of Niagara Falls.
And then, a dreadful feeling that he might as well give it all up.
A man had to die some time.
One time was probably as good as another.
He had done what Nick told him to as well as he knew how.
He hoped that Nick and Chick would somehow get at this gang.
Patsy was very tired and sleepy.
The whirling and the noises ceased. His brain was at rest.