There was nothing pleasant about this thought, and
Winston's sensitive face flushed, his glance wandering uneasily down
the midnight street. For the space of a block, or more, where numerous
tents and low wooden buildings stood deserted of tenants, all remained
dark and silent; but just beyond glowed brilliantly the many-hued
lights of the wide-awake Poodle-Dog, and he could even hear the band
playing noisily within the still more distant dance hall. This
combined sight and sound served to arouse him to action and a cool
resolve. If he really intended to play out this game successfully he
must learn something of its conditions. Besides, he had now two most
excellent reasons for desiring to form an early acquaintance with this
man Farnham--the fellow had come across his line of life twice within
the past twelve hours. For the purpose there could be no time better
than the present. He struck a match against the rough railing and
lighted for himself a fresh cigar, his clear-cut, manly features
showing calmly determined in that instant glare of sputtering flame.
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