“Then look here! Business. I must be rough and plain. You have brought me my freedom.”
“Robert!”
Only that word, but so full of frantic joy.
“Quiet, and listen. You will do exactly as I tell you?”
“Yes. Can you doubt?”
“No. Now look here. You will take a good house at once, the best you can. If you can’t get one—they’re very scarce—the hotel will do. Stay there, and behave as if you were well off—as you are.”
“Robert, I have nothing,” she gasped.
“Yes, you have,” he said with a laugh. “I have; and we are one.”
“You have? Money?”
“Of course. Do you suppose a man is at work out here for a dozen years without making some? There! don’t you worry about that: you’re new. You’ll find plenty of men, who came out as convicts, rich men now with land of their own. But we are wasting time. You have brought out my freedom.”