"Yes, but you threaten to kill them if they resist. That's robbery, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, but robbery isn't like stealing. It's more—more—it's braver."
"Braver? Possibly. And you really consider robbery an honorable business?"
"Oh, yes."
"And I can help him," said Ruth; "we would work together."
Mr. Heywood looked from the cherubic lips of the groom into the clear eyes of his superlatively conscientious little daughter and murmured: "Yes, you would be of great assistance." Then, after a pause:
"Now, Cyrus, you and Ruth come to me twenty years hence and if we are all alive and Ruth still wants you I have no doubt we can arrange a wedding."
"Twenty years!" exclaimed Ruth. "Why, father, we shall all be dead!"
"Oh, no! I trust not."