"I won it fairly," he said. "And I'm going to stake it all on one last bet."
[Illustration: "I won it fairly, and I'm going to stake it all on one last bet.">[
"On—what?"
"On—you. Now, what do you think of that, you funny little thing?"
"How—do you mean, Mr. Berkley?" He looked down into the eyes of a hurt child.
"It goes into the bank in your name—if you say so."
"For—what?"
"I don't know," he said serenely, "but I am betting it will go for rent, and board, and things a girl needs—when she has no man to ask them of—and nothing to pay for them."
"You mean no man—-excepting—you?"
"No," he said wearily, "I'm not trying to buy you."