He was very tired. His fingers rested lovingly upon the weapon that was to send him to the other world. He was very tired. He was very tired.
By and by he placed the weapon to his temple, taking careful aim.
In a blinding flash of light he saw Cyclona.
There was the heavy roar of the wind, the wild and woeful wind of the prairies,—and stillness.
CHAPTER XXX.[ToC]
Some visitors from the East to the Magic City, whose fame was now widespread, were driving gaily by the beautiful house, which was one of the choice show places of the town.