"It wasn't even common humanity, then--" "Not even common humanity," he echoed affirmatively.

"Just a chance I couldn't afford to pass up, of digging into Peppajee." "That's different." She laughed shortly and left him, running swiftly through the warm dusk to the murmur of voices at the house.
Grant sat where she left him, and smoked two cigarettes meditatively before he thought of returning to the house.

When he finally did get upon his feet, he stretched his arms high above his head, and stared for a moment up at the treetops swaying languidly just under the stars.
"Girls must play the very deuce with a man if he ever lets them get on his mind," he mused.

"I see right now where a fellow about my size and complexion had better watch out." But he smiled afterward, as if he did not consider the matter very serious, after all..