She was his "girl." The Sieppes acknowledged him as Trina's "young man." Marcus came back to the table and sat down sideways upon it.
"Well, what are we going to do about it, Mac ?" he said.
"I don' know," answered McTeague, in great distress.

"I don' want anything to--to come between us, Mark." "Well, nothun will, you bet!" vociferated the other.

"No, sir; you bet not, Mac." Marcus was thinking hard.

He could see very clearly that McTeague loved Trina more than he did; that in some strange way this huge, brutal fellow was capable of a greater passion than himself, who was twice as clever.

Suddenly Marcus jumped impetuously to a resolution.
"Well, say, Mac," he cried, striking the table with his fist, "go ahead.
I guess you--you want her pretty bad.