Hold out a little longer, and you'll find it easier." Benson regarded him with a mocking smile.
"I'm inclined to think the jag you so feelingly allude to will last a week; that is, if I can raise money enough from Clarke to keep it up.
You may not understand that I'm willing to barter all my future for it." "Yes," said Harding grimly; "we understand, all right.

Yours is not a singular case; the trouble is that it's too common.

But we'll quit talking about it.

You can't go." He was in no mood to handle the subject delicately; they were alone in the wilds and the situation made for candor.

There was only one way in which they could help the man, and he meant to take it.
Benson turned to him angrily.
"Your permission's not required; I'm a free man." "Are you ?" Harding asked.