“Rather,” returned Frank. “But, Bob, you’re in luck.”
“How so?”
“It’s a good stroke for you,” went on Frank. “It ought to be worth a good deal to you.”
“What ought?”
“Saving Grace’s life. Such a thing isn’t done every day.”
“Pooh! You’re as bad as she was.”
“Why, what did she say?”
Bob told him. Frank caught his hand. “Let me congratulate you. You’re all right.”
“Give it to me plainer, please.”
“Can’t you see? You call on Grace. See old Maverick. He takes an interest in you and rewards you handsomely.”