Except that I sort of need her." She knew from of old that such questions only puzzled him, and soon he would cast away the attempt to decide, and act.

Action was his sphere.
There was only one matter in which he was unfailingly, relentlessly the same, and that was justice.

To that sense in him she would make her last appeal.
"Dan, I can't take her.

I only ask you to see that I'm right.

She belongs to me, I bought her with pain." It was a staggering blow to Whistling Dan.