"`I guess you're mistaken, George,' says I, and I fished out a ten dollar bill. You ought to have seen that nigger's eyes."
"`What's this for, Mister Ditmar?' says he.
"`For that lucky gold piece you found in lower seven,' I told him. `We'll trade.'
"'Was you in lower seven?—so you was!' says George. Well, he had it all right—you bet he had it. Now wasn't that queer? The very day you and I began to know each other!"
"Wonderful!" Janet agreed. "Why don't you put it on your watch chain?"
"Well, I've thought of that," he replied, with the air of having considered all sides of the matter. "But I've got that charm of the secret order I belong to—that's on my chain. I guess I'll keep it in my vest pocket."
"I didn't know you were so superstitious," she mocked.
"Pretty nearly everybody's superstitious," he declared. And she thought of Lise.
"I'm not. I believe if things are going to happen well, they're going to happen. Nothing can prevent it."
"By thunder" he exclaimed, struck by her remark. "You are like that
You're different from any person I ever knew…."