"Of course, if it goes on to anything serious, you'll have to put away the real 'boodle,' where I have something to run with, if I have to cut it.

I might run up a dangerous plant!" "Bah!" decisively said Hawke.

"Only an old fool to dodge, who is over seventy--a dotard--and a foolish girl of eighteen--a simple boarding-school miss!" "Yes, but she has a million, you say.

There's always some one to love a girl with that money! Love comes in by the door, and the window, too, you know!" "She has never been five minutes alone with a man in her life!" cried Hawke.

"You are safe--dead sure safe!" Blunt's roving black eyes rested on Hawke's eager face as he laughed.
"And you want to marry her, to keep others from her, or run her off at the worst, you say?
That's your little game." "I will have either the girl, or those jewels! By God! I will! I've got money to work with, plenty of it--not here," cautiously said Hawke, "but there's your hundred and fifty.