Goyle sneered at him. "You can’t hit me. I am your master. Now, listen to me. I am going over into Michigan to establish a—post, I’ll call it. And when I come back, you will join me. I present a plan by which you can get out of all your difficulties, and you turn on me. Is that the way to treat a benefactor? I have settled upon our first enterprise. Every day a nurse and child are at a certain place in Lincoln Park. The father is dead and the mother is rich. The child, I have found from the nurse, is a boy. I am engaged to marry her. While I am walking with her you steal—" Bodney struck him in the mouth—struck him with all the force of disgrace and despair. He fell and the blood flowed from his mouth. He did not get up; he lay with his head back, and Bodney thought that he saw death in his half-closed eyes. He touched him with his foot and spoke to him, but he did not move. Someone knocked at the door, and without a tremor Bodney opened it, expecting to find Howard. The old doctor stood in the hall. "I am sorry I refused to let you have the money," he said. "And now, if you assure me that—" [Illustration: Bodney struck him in the mouth.] "I am obliged to you," Bodney broke in, "but I do not need it. I wanted to gamble with it, but I have quit gambling. I have overthrown the evil. Here," he added, taking the old man’s arm and leading him into the room. "There it lies bleeding," he said, pointing. "Perhaps it needs your assistance. I must bid you good day." He walked out, leaving the old man alone with Goyle. "What are you smiling at?" asked an acquaintance who met him in the street. "Was I smiling?" "Yes, like a four-time winner." "I am at least a one-time winner," Bodney replied. He stepped into a drug store to get a cold drink, his friend’s place, he noticed after entering. The druggist came forward and thus spoke to him: "I was sorry after you went out that I didn’t let you have ten dollars. I found that I had more than enough to meet the note. I can let you have it now." Bodney shook his head. "No, I thank you—I don’t care for it. I have quit borrowing." "I hope you don’t feel offended." "Not at all. I am grateful to you for not lending it to me." Late in the evening he went back to the office. No one was there, but soon the negro janitor came in and pointed to a damp spot on the floor. "I have washed up the blood where the man fainted and fell," he said. "The doctor brought him to all right, and there’s a note on the table he left for you." Bodney opened the note and read: "I leave for Michigan, and will be back within a few days. I don’t blame you as much as I do myself. I permitted you to break away from me, but you will come back and at last be thankful. Goyle." *CHAPTER XIX.* *THE GIRL AGAIN.*