Add another egg, will you, Mercer?
Three instead of two, and a couple of extra slices of toast.
And don't let any one know that my appetite is improving.

It may be best for both of us--especially if Mooie should happen to die.
Understand, old man ?" "I--I think I do, sir," replied Mercer, paling at the grimly smiling thing he saw in Kent's eyes.

"I shall do as you say, sir." When he had gone, Kent knew that he had accurately measured his man.
True to a certain type, Mercer would do a great deal for fifty dollars--under cover.

In the open he was a coward.

And Kent knew the value of such a man under certain conditions.