human
For the last time, he said to himself.
gpt
To-morrow night her tent will be Stanton's.
human
Perhaps I deserve it, he said.
gpt
I don't know!
human
then it was no longer necessary to play sentinel, but though Sanda had slipped inside her tent, perhaps to dream of to-morrow, it seemed to Max that there were no drugs in the world strong enough to give him sleep. He supposed, vaguely, that if a priest consented to marry the girl to Stanton, after the wedding and the start of the explorer's caravan, he, Max, would board the first train he could catch on the new railway, and go to