You haven't the courage to shoot yourself--drunk or sober.

And what do you think would be gained by it?
Eh, what do you think would be gained?
You can't see that you'd insult your sister as well as--as rob me." Billy Wantage cowered.

This was not the Charley Steele he had known, not like the man he had seen since a child.

There was something almost uncouth in this harsh high voice, these gauche words, this raw accent; but it was powerful and vengeful, and it was full of purpose.

Billy quivered, yet his adroit senses caught at a straw in the words, "as rob me!" Charley was counting it a robbery of himself, not of the widows and orphans! That gave him a ray of hope.