"And how is it better for me?"
The man flashed up his head. "Miss Neville," he said.
The pain in Power's face told the rest of the story. A moment later Power spoke.
"A man has his life to live, and wins or loses as his turn comes. One of us must finish on top; but it needn't break our friendship."
"Straight wire you mean it, boss?"
"Straight wire."
He found the mare, fretful of delay, was moving down the road. O'Neill had gathered up his reins. Without more talk they were moving—each going his way.