"I want to help you out of the scrape, and not into it. That's what I mean. Let us return to Chicago, and that will get you out of the scrape."
"Do you think I am to be made a fool of by a boy like you?" said he, rising and stepping towards me.
"I hope not; I assure you I have no such wicked intention."
"You have said enough, Phil."
"That's just my opinion; and I would like to amend it by adding that you also have said enough."
"Whether you help me or not, I want you to understand that I intend to carry out my plan."
"Not if I can help it. I want to be understood, too."
"The Marian belongs to me, and I can dispense with your company."
"Send Miss Collingsby on shore, and you may do so. I claim to be her protector, and I intend to stand by her to the end."
"Protector! You blockhead!" sneered he. "Pray, who made you her protector?"