I 'll do anything you tell me to--if you 'll just be good to me.

Why don't you hold me in your arms any more-- ?" A scuffling sound came from above.

Fairchild knew that she had made an effort to clasp him to her, and that he had thrust her away.

The voices came closer.
"You know what you got us into, don't you?
They made a strike there to-day--same value as in the Silver Queen.

If it had n't been for you--" "But they get out someway--they always get out." The voice was high and weird now.