“Yeah!”
He lifted another handful and threw it in the air, catching it again.
“That's the stuff that makes the world go 'round. There's your only friend, old girl! Others promise well—but in the scratch they fail.”
“Yeah—when the scratch comes they fail!” Nance echoed.
“Money never fails!” Jim continued eagerly. “It's the god that knows no right or wrong——”
He touched the pile in the plate and drew the bag close for her to see.
“How much do you guess is there?”
Nance gazed greedily into the open bag and looked again at the shining heap in the plate.
“I dunno—a million, I reckon.”
The man laughed.