He'll marry Miss Joy--and I'm for her.

That other million will go to charity--and I'm for it.

I hope they all win!" "You're foolish," returned Gresham, holding his temper through the superiority which had always nettled Collaton.

"You like money and I'm showing you a way to get it from Johnny Gamble." The waiter brought the drinks.

Collaton paid for them, tossed off his own and rose.
"I've had all of that money I want," he declared.