"If you delay much longer, everything will be stone cold, and _then_ beg forgiveness if you dare!" Gabriel laughed.
"Your own fault, if you wait for me," he answered, seating himself.

"You know how it is when you get to scribbling--you never know when to stop.
And the scenery, up here, won't let you go.

Positively fascinating, that view is! If the Plutes knew of it, they'd put a summer resort here, and coin millions!" "Yes," answered Craig, once Congressman Craig, but now hiding from the Air Trust spies.

"And what's more, they'd mighty soon confiscate this resting-up place of the Comrades, and have us back behind bars, or worse.

But they _don't_ know about it, and aren't likely to.