But her first words betokened her innate sense of fair dealing.
"You and I! Wealthy!" she gasped.

"I am so glad for your sake, but tell me, pray, Mr.Jenks, what have _I_ got to do with it ?" "You!" he repeated.

"Are we not partners in this island?
By squatter's right, if by no better title, we own land, minerals, wood, game, and even such weird belongings as ancient lights and fishing privileges." "I don't see that at all.

You find a gold mine, and coolly tell me that I am a half owner of it because you dragged me out of the sea, fed me, housed me, saved my life from pirates, and generally acted like a devoted nursemaid in charge of a baby.

Really, Mr.Jenks--" "Really, Miss Deane, you will annoy me seriously if you say another word.