"Yes, sure," he said, "I'm a regular baby. It's a wonder someone hasn't noticed and took me in off the street." "Yes, it is," she said with a twist of the lips, "the Street's no place for you. Some of those big bears will get you, sure. But here's what I was thinking. You came back to New York to watch Whitney Stoddard and be where you could do him the most harm. That's childish in itself because there's no reason in the world why both of you shouldn't be friends. But never mind that--men will fight, I suppose--it's only a question of weapons." "Well, what do we care?" answered Rimrock with a ready smile, "I thought maybe you might adopt me." "No, indeed," she replied, "you'd run away. I've seen boys like you before. But to think that you'd come back here to get the lifeblood of Stoddard and then go to buying Navajoa! Why not? Why, you might as well be a mosquito for all the harm you will do. A grown man like you--Rimrock Jones, the copper king--fighting Stoddard through Navajoa!" "Well, why not?" defended Rimrock. "Didn't I put a crimp in him? Didn't I double my money on the deal?" "Yes, but why Navajoa? Why not Tecolote? If you must fight, why not use a real club?" Rimrock thought a while, for the spell was passing and his mind had switched from her charms. "How'm I going to use Tecolote?" he blurted out at last. "It's tied up, until I can find that girl!" "Not necessarily," she replied. "We who live by the Street learn to use our enemies as well as our friends. You will never whip Stoddard as long as you stand off and refuse to sit in on the game. Isn't his vote as good as your friend, the typist's? Then use it to put Tecolote on the market. You know what I mean--to vote Tecolote commons and get the stakes on the board. Then while this scramble is on and he's fighting the Hackmeisters, buy Tecolote and get your control." "Fine and dandy!" mocked Rimrock. "You're right, I'm a sucker; and it's a shame to take my money. But I don't want any Tecolote Commons." "Why not?" she challenged, laughing gayly at his vehemence. "Are you afraid to play the game?" "Not so you'd notice it," answered Rimrock grimly, "but I never play the other fellow's game. The Tecolote game is going to be played in Arizona, where my friends can see fair play. But look at Navajoa, how balled up that company is with its stocks all scattered around. Until it comes in for transfer nobody knows who's got it. They may be sold clear out and never know it. No, I may look easy, but I've been dog-bit once and I've got the leg to show for it. To issue that stock we'd have to call in the lawyers and go through some reorganization scheme; and by the time we got through, with Miss Fortune gone, I'd find myself badly left. There'll be no lawyers for me, and no common stock. I know another way to win." He paused and as she failed to ask what it was, he grunted and lit another cigarette.