“Well—just this—”
“Careful!”
“—You listen, now! You won't find me getting-cold feet—”
“I'm sure of that.”
“And I ain't afraid o' Tex Connor, either! If you mean that I've got to go up against him—Well, say, look here! If I go through—if I do everything you say—how're we going to stand, you and me?”
“I let you give me the watch, didn't I?”
“Well—that's all right—but I asked you once to go to the Islands with me, and you wouldn't.”
“Not over there. I know too many people.”
“Well, somewhere else, then! Tell me straight, now! If we pull this off—shake down a real pile—will you go with me?”
She looked thoughtfully at him for a brief moment; then turned again to the river. “You know I'm fond of you, Jim.”