You see, he'd got this money off the Jew and he counted on another pocketful from that Belcher woman.

He always was a devil to get around women, 'specially the old ones.

I don't know if you guessed it, that night, but he'd persuaded the old fool to run off and marry him.

Yes, and meantime he'd taken his passage in one of the Falmouth packets, meaning to give her the slip--and give me the slip too--as soon as he'd laid hands on her purse.

Well, you headed him off that little plan; and to save his skin, as you know, he rounded on me.