No, Trent, it's not quite fair.

I did a bit of the work at least, and I'm paying for it with my life!" "What's it matter to you now ?" Trent said, with unintentional brutality.
"You can't take it with you." Monty raised himself a little.

His eyes, lit with feverish fire, were fastened upon the other man.
"There's my little girl!" he said hoarsely.

"I'd like to leave her something.

If the thing turns out big, Trent, you can spare a small share.