“Yeah—who cares?” Nance growled fiercely.
Jim smiled at his easy triumph.
“It's dog eat dog and the devil take the hindmost now!”
“That's so—ain't it?” she agreed.
“You bet! Business is business and the best man's the man that gets there. Steal a hundred dollars, you go to the penitentiary—foolish! Don't do it. Steal a million and go to the Senate!”
“Yeah!” Nance laughed.
“Money—money for its own sake,” he rushed on savagely—“right or wrong. That's all there is in it today, old girl—take it from me!”
He paused and his smile ended in a sneer.
“Man shall eat bread in the sweat of his brow? Only fools SWEAT!”
Nance turned her face away, sighed softly, glancing back at Jim furtively.