He loved you, Carnac.

In spite of all he said and did he believed in you.

He knew you had the real thing in you, if you cared to use it." "Good God! Good God!" was all Carnac could at first say.

"And you agreed to that ?" "What rights had I?
None at all.

I'll come out of it with over a half-million dollars--isn't that enough for a backwoodsman?
I get the profits of the working for three years, and two hundred thousand dollars besides.