But you are safe from me and mine! Not one of our tribe will harm you,--you can pursue your way in peace--and if any one of us can give you help at any time, we will." "You speak of a community ?" "I speak of a Republic!" answered Tom proudly.

"There are thousands of men and women in these islands whom no king governs and no law controls,--free as the air and independent as the birds! They ask nothing at any man's hands--they take and they keep!" "Like the millionaires!" suggested Bill Bush, with a grin.
"Right you are, Bill!--like the millionaires! None take more than they do, and none keep their takings closer!" "And very miserable they must surely be sometimes, on both their takings and their keepings," said Helmsley.
"No doubt of it! There'd be no justice in the mind of God if millionaires weren't miserable," declared Tom o' the Gleam.

"They've more money than they ought to have,--it's only fair they should have less happiness.

Compensation's a natural law that there's no getting away from,--that's why a gypsy's merrier than a king!" Helmsley smiled assent, and with another friendly good-night all round, left the room.

Miss Tranter awaited him, candle in hand, and preceding him up a short flight of ancient and crooked oaken stairs, showed him a small attic room with one narrow bed in it, scrupulously neat and clean.
"You'll be all right here," she said.