The girl watched him with covert vigilance and he felt that she was enjoying him.

And when finally she saw the rage die out of his eyes, saw the color come slowly back into his cheeks and his face become a hard, inscrutable mask, she knew that the coming struggle between them was to be a bitter one.
"So," he said, after a while; "I don't get the coin until I become a Sunday school scholar ?" "It is specified that you give a practical demonstration of reform in character.

You must show that you forgive your father." "You're goin' to be my guardian ?" "Your judge," corrected the girl.
"He's got all this in the will ?" "Yes, the last one he made." "You don't reckon I could break that will ?" he sneered.
"Try it," she mocked.

"It has been probated in Las Vegas.

The judge happens to be a friend of your father's and, I understand, sympathized with him." "Clever, eh ?" said Calumet, grinning crookedly.
"I am glad you think so," she taunted..