I could find you half a dozen, if necessary." "We aren't going quite as far as that," he said.

"Have you anything on at all at the present moment ?" "Not a thing." "I want you altogether free," Wingate went on.

"I'm talking business now because it's necessary.

You're going to earn money with me, Andrew, and incidentally you are going to help me break the man whom I think that you hate almost as much as I do." "You don't mean Phipps--Dreadnought Phipps ?" Slate exclaimed, suddenly laying down his knife and fork.
"I do," Wingate answered.

"We are up against each other once more, and, believe me, Slate, this is going to be the last time." There was a smouldering fire in Slate's fine eyes.