It's photographed on my brain now, and burned in and baked there.

If we ever get through with the Man-killer, and get our money, I never want to see this spot again." "I'm not thinking at all of the money," Reade retorted lightly yet seriously.

"I don't care about the money at present.

Nothing will ever satisfy me in life again until I've beaten the Man-killer fairly and squarely.

It's the one thing I think about by day and dream of at night." "I know it," sighed Harry half pityingly.
"Well, what else should we think about ?" Tom demanded in a low voice.
"Harry, we have the very job, the identical problem, that has thrown down nearly a dozen engineers of fine reputation.