'I will send you up some breakfast.' He went to the saloon stairs and whistled, and a Negro boy appeared with a tray of chocolate.

Nella took it, and, without the slightest hesitation, threw it overboard.

Mr Jackson walked away a few steps and then returned.
'You have spirit,' he said, 'and I admire spirit.

It is a rare quality.' She made no reply.

'Why did you mix yourself up in my affairs at all ?' he went on.