“Now you're talking sense, old girl!”
He leaned across the table and pointed his finger straight into her face.
“And don't you forget what I'm tellin' ye tonight—get money, get money!”
He stopped suddenly and a sneer curled his lips.
“Oh I Get it `fairly'—get it `squarely'—but whatever you do—by God!—GET IT!”
His uplifted hand crashed downward and gripped the gold. His fingers slowly relaxed and the coin clinked into the plate.
Nance watched him eagerly.
“Yeah, that's it—get it,” she breathed slowly.
Jim lifted his drooping eyes to hers.
“If you've GOT it, you're a god—you can do no wrong. Nobody's goin' to ask you HOW you got it; all they want to know is HAVE you got it!”