"An' you like him still?"
She merely stared, with a sick smile.
"My God!" he murmured, shaken deep with wonder. "What's he made of?"
"Steel and fire—that's all."
"Listen, Sally, forget what I've done, and—"
"Would you drop his trail, Steve?"
He cursed through his set teeth.
"If that's it—no. It's him or me, and I'm sure to beat him out.
Afterwards you'll forget him."
"Try me."
"Girls have said that before. I'll wait. There ain't no one but you for me—damn you—I know that. I'll get him first, and then I'll wait."