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Good luck again . '' He spoke to the chauffeur . In less than a minute Wilson was alone again on the street where he had stood the night before . _ The Game Continues _ It was almost noon , which made it eight hours since Wilson was carried out of the house . He had had less than four hours ' sleep and only the slight nourishment he had received at the hospital since he and the girl dined at midnight , yet he was now fairly strong . His head felt sore and bruised , but he was free of the blinding ache which so weakened him in the morning . An austere life together with the rugged constitution he inherited from his Puritan ancestors was now standing him in good stead .