But I'd rather give him ten times his wages--money to get out and keep out." "Thanks, neighbor!" said Brice, to himself, from the depths of his stage-faint.

"I've no doubt you would.

But the cards are running the other way." Again, his eyes apparently shut, he watched through slitted lids the progress of Claire, as she passed out of the hall, toward the kitchen quarters.

She was leading the reluctant Bobby Burns away, by the collar.

Standish was just behind her, and had his back turned to Gavin.