"Why haven't you ever come round since that night?
Aren't you going to give a fellow a show to get square ?" "I am not going to play cards any more!" "What ?" cried Wat, in apparent astonishment.

"That beats anything I ever heard! You have beaten me out of a good roll, and now----" "I have been looking for you that I might return every cent you lost that night, so you cannot consider me mean if I do not give you a chance to get even over the table.

If you will tell me just how much you dropped, I'll make it good now." An eager look came to Wat's face, but it quickly vanished, for he realized that he would defeat himself if he accepted the money.
"What do you take me for!" he cried, with apparent indignation.

"I am not that kind of a fellow!" "You need never fear that I will say anything about it, for I pledge you my word of honor to say nothing.

All I want is to make sure you do not feel that I have any money that belongs to you." "I don't care whether you say anything about it or not, Merriwell.
That does not keep me from accepting the money.