"I'd say Lorson Harris'll need to hand you something a heap better than five thousand dollars," Marcel observed with a laugh of genuine satisfaction and without turning from his contemplation of the fire. "Where'll you keep it so——?"
Keeko looked up with a start. Her thoughts had been far removed from the profit of her trade.
"At the bank at Seal Bay," she said hastily, lest her abstraction should be noticed.
"You keep it all—there?"
"No." Keeko shook her head. "But I'll have to—this. It's just too big. I'd be scared to carry it with me."
Marcel laughed again.
"That 'scare' again," he said. Then he turned, and for a moment gazed at the perfect profile which showed up against the growing dusk. "Say, you make me laff. Scare? You don't know what it means."
Keeko's eyes lit responsively as she turned and looked into his strong, fire-lit face.
"Not now," she said quietly. "When I'm down there alone it's—different."
"Alone?" Marcel removed his pipe from between his strong teeth. Then he nodded. "Yes," he agreed, "maybe it's different then."