CHAPTER XII

DISASTER As that terrible conviction forced itself upon him Ted Scott felt the agony of death. He had faced uncounted perils in his adventurous career. But up to then he had faced them with all his senses clear, with his eyes bright, with his muscles and nerves tensed to meet the shock. They had been more or less tangible things with which he could battle to the utmost limit of his strength. Now he had to fight not with outside enemies but with himself. His own soul and brain formed the battleground. And this was a…