I'm running away." "I understand," said David, rising and smiling at her confidently, while in his veins his blood was running like little streams of fire.

"Don't you believe, now, all that I've told you about the picture?
How it tried so hard to talk to me, and tell me to hurry?
It got me here just about in time, didn't it?
It'll be a great joke on Brokaw, little girl.

And your uncle Hauck.

A great joke, eh ?" He laughed.

He felt like laughing, even as his blood pounded through him at fever heat.