Why didn't you tell me of your experience last night ?" "I am afraid it was for the same reason," said Demorest, with a faint smile.

"And it sometimes seems to me, Jim, that we ought to imitate Barker's frankness.

In our dread of tainting him with our own knowledge of evil we are sending him out into the world very poorly equipped, for all his three hundred thousand dollars." "I reckon you're right," said Stacy briefly, extending his hand.

"Shake on that!" The two men grasped each other's hands.
"And he's no fool, either," continued Demorest.

"When we met Steptoe on the road, without a word from me, he closed up alongside, with his hand on the lock of his rifle.