"We can live on that all right, I guess." "You won't starve," was the dry response.

Roger walked for a moment in silence, then turned abruptly on young Sloane.
"Look here, young man, I don't want to dig," he continued very huskily.
"But I know little or nothing of what may be behind you.

I don't care to ask you about it now--unless it can make trouble." "It can't make trouble." At this answer, low but sharp, Roger wheeled and shot a glance into those clear and twinkling eyes.

And his own eyes gleamed with pain.

Laura had been such a little thing in the days when she had been his pet, the days when he had known her well.