"It don't belong--that is--" he hesitated.
"Yer thinking the creditors 'll get it, mebbe," returned Patterson, gazing at the floor.

"Not as long as she's in it; no sir! Whether it's really hers, or she's only keeping house for Poindexter, she's a fixture, you bet.

They're a team when they pull together, they are!" The smile slowly faded from Tucker's face, that now looked quite rigid in the moonlight.

He put down his glass and walked to the window as Patterson gloomily continued, "But that's nothing to you.

You've got ahead of 'em both, and had your revenge by going off with the gal.