"You're in some rush this morning." "There must be some rushing if you have that million dollars by four o'clock," laughed Constance.

"Polly and I want you to have it." "You're right that I'll have to go some," he admitted.
"Excuse the chauffeur for interrupting your conversation," protested Polly, turning round and deftly missing a venturesome banana cart; "but you grabbed off half a million of it on a holiday." "It was twelve-thirty this morning when we took Gresham," claimed Johnny.

"This is a working-day." "Hotel Midas," announced the chauffeur, pulling up to that flamboyant new hostelry with a flourish.
Johnny hurried in to the desk, where Mr.Boise had already left word that Mr.Gamble should be shown right up.

He found that fatigue-proof old Westerner shining from his morning ablutions, as neat as a pin from head to foot, and smoking his after-breakfast cigar in a parlor which had not so much as a tidy displaced.

His eyes twinkled the moment he saw Johnny.
"I suppose you still have a disinterested anxiety to have me adopt the Sage City and Salt Pool route ?" he laughed.
"I'm still anxious about it," amended Johnny, refusing to smile at his own evasion of the disinterestedness.