By the way--the three canvas bags he left out by the kiosk ought to do much toward whetting the Caesars' appetite for the rest.

It may even key them up to rushing the house before morning." "We'll be ready for them!" spoke up Standish, harshly, as though glad to have a prospect of restoring his broken self-respect by such a clash.
"Quite so," agreed Gavin, smiling at the man's new ardor for battle.

"It would be a pleasant little brush--if it weren't for your sister.

Miss Standish has seen about enough of that sort of thing for one night.

If she weren't a thoroughbred, with the nerves of a thoroughbred and the pluck as well, she'd be a wreck, from what has happened already.