"Yes, sir."
Mr. Heywood whistled softly and looked at his daughter. "Well—now—is that a nice business, Ruth, for a model husband? Do you want to marry a train robber?"
Ruth smiled and nodded. "Yes, I shall always like Cyrus and whatever he does."
"But suppose Cyrus is imprisoned for life, or hanged, as often happens to train robbers?"
Cyrus interrupted, and spoke contemptuously. "No, I shan't be that kind! It's only the stupid ones that's caught!"
Mr. Heywood closed his eyes for a moment and appeared to be thinking it over. "Of course, it's possible,—just possible, that you may change your mind as you get older."
"No, sir. 'Cause a man gets lots of money that way and gets it quick and easy. And there'll be jewelry, too. I shall give the jewelry to Ruth."
"And I," said Ruth, "shall give lots of it to mother. Mother likes jewelry."
"Yes," said Mr. Heywood, "most women do. But isn't stolen jewelry a little——"
Again Cyrus interrupted. "But that won't be stolen jewelry. When you steal anything you get it when the other feller isn't looking—kind of sneakin'. I shall take it right before their faces."