"Here's your dose of sulphonal," he said, in his driest, most matter-of-fact tone. "You've got to get to sleep. It's an early train."
"What's the use? Leave me alone!" groaned Blake.
"Gad, old man," put in Lord James. "Any one who didn't know you would think you were a quitter."
"What's the use? I've lost out. I'm smashed."
"All right. Let's call it a smashup," croaked Griffith. "Just the same, you don't go out of commission till you've squared accounts. You're not going to leave the Zariba Dam in the air."
"Guess I've got enough on paper for you to work out the solution, if it's workable."
"And if not?"
"I'm all in, I tell you. I'm smashed for good."
"No, you're not. Anyway, there's one thing you've got to do. You've got to settle about that bridge. You've been too busy over the dam to think of asking for a look at Ashton's plans, and I've said nothing. I've been waiting for you to make good on the dam. With that behind you, no engineer in the U.S. would doubt your word if you claimed the bridge."
"What of that? What do I care?" muttered Blake. "The game's up. What's the use?"