I thought you might be dangerous." "You thought I might be dangerous!" Helen exclaimed with rising color.
"Surely you understand--" "Now you wait a bit and let me finish! Well, I might have come now and then, found out what I could, and given you a hint or two, until we saw how things were going to be.

But that's not my way, and I reckon it's not yours.

Very well.

We have got to have a talk and put the thing over.

To begin with, I somehow feel I can trust you, and needn't be disturbed." "Then I'm afraid you are rash," Helen rejoined with a resentment that was softened by a touch of humor.