Mrs.Cameron will believe that I did it, and won't come near me.

If he dies I'll be sent to the electric chair--and you'll be my murderer." "What am I goin' to do, then ?" demanded Jimmie.

"I can't go out of the room and testify that I know nothing about it when the police do come.
I can't do that for you, even if you do belong to the Black Bear Patrol.

I wish I'd never come here to-night.

I wish I'd never worked for the scrubwoman." "To face danger in order to help others," Fremont repeated, significantly.
"Oh, I know--I know," said Jimmie, flinging his arms out in a gesture of despair.