I'm a common adventurer and have been mixed up in matters that fastidious people would shrink from--which may happen again.

Still, I manage to get a good deal of pleasure out of the life; it suits me in many ways." He rose, holding out his hand.

"Good-by, Bertram.

We may run across each other somewhere again." "I'll always be glad to do so," Challoner said with feeling.

"Be sure I won't forget what a generous thing you've done for me, Dick." Blake turned away, but when he left the hotel his face was sternly set.
It had cost him something to check his cousin's friendly advances and break the last connection between himself and the life he once had led; but he knew it must be broken, and he felt no pang of envious bitterness.