Besides this, he made no secret of a humble devotion to herself that she sometimes found embarrassing and sometimes amusing.

On the evening before they left the mine, he joined the group outside the shack.
"Well," said Scott, rather dryly, "what do you want ?" "Miss Strange pulls out for the North to-morrow, and if she'll take me I'm going along." "Wait a moment," Scott said to Agatha, and then asked Drummond: "Why do you want to go ?" "I mean to get even with Stormont; and I want to put Miss Strange as wise as I can." "Then we are to understand you expect nothing for the job ?" Drummond's black eyes sparkled.

"You're my boss, so far, but I won't stand for being guyed.

It's not _your_ money I'm after." "Perhaps the rejoinder's justifiable," Father Lucien remarked, smiling; and Drummond turned to Agatha with a touch of dignity.
"I meant to make my pile by selling the ore to somebody, but you treated me like a white man, and I guess the lode belongs to you.

Well, if I help you get rich and you want to give me something, I won't refuse, but I'm not out for money.