I much prefer to see everyone cheerful and at work.

Suppose we ship this fellow yonder back to Mexico--Winship can arrange that--and destroy the checks, and tear up this sheet of Charlie's record, so to speak.

Only one or two persons besides ourselves know of the matter and I'll ask them to forget it." Lee struck a match and ignited the checks, holding them while they burned until at last he dropped them on the floor, where they blazed, curled up in strips of black ash, and were no more.

He glanced about at the others.

Winship was picking his teeth with a quill toothpick, with his mind apparently far away on other matters.