I'm not sure he vouches for the Devil." "It's my firm conviction that there is one, Daniel,--a red one with a forked tail; you see his works scattered around too often to doubt it." Dan nodded.

Mrs.Owen had placed carefully under a weight a paper she had taken from her reticule.
"Daniel,"-- she looked around at the door again, and dropped her voice,--"I believe you're a good man, and a clean one.

And Fitch says you're a smart young man.

It's as much because you're a good man as because you've got brains that I've called on you to attend to Sylvia's business.

Now I'm going to tell you something that I wouldn't tell anybody else on earth; it's a sacred trust, and I want you to feel bound by a more solemn oath than the one you took at the clerk's office not to steal Sylvia's money." She fixed her remarkably penetrating gaze upon him so intently that he turned uneasily in his chair.