You wouldn't know where you were; and when you came to; you'd own about fifty gold-mines, with all the dips, spurs, and angles, and all the variations of the magnetic needle to wit and aforesaid.

Now, I oughtn't to take care of you.

I don't owe you a thing on earth.

But because you brought--well, because--anyhow, I'm _going_ to take care of you, while you're here, and see that you get a square deal." "By the way, my daughter--" said Mr.Ellsworth, sitting up uneasily.
"Never mind," said Dan Anderson, gently.

"Miss Constance is all right.