"Well, there'll be a lot o' folks here. There'll be strangers, too.... Don't forget the State Troopers are looking for you." "Do the State Troopers ever play detective?" asked Smith, smiling. "Sure. They've been in here rigged out like peddlers and lumber-jacks and timber lookers." "Did they ever get anything on you?" "Not a thing." "Can you always spot them, Mike?" "No. But when a stranger shows up here who don't know nobody, he never sees nothing and he don't never learn nothing. He gets no hootch outa me. No, nor no craps and no cards. He gets his supper; that's what he gets ... and a dance, if there's ladies--and if any girl favours him. That's all the change any stranger gets out of Mike Clinch." They had paused on the rough veranda in the hot October sunshine. "Mike," suggested Smith carelessly, "wouldn't it pay you better to go straight?" Clinch's small grey eyes, which had been roaming over the prospect of lake and forest, focussed on Smith's smiling features. "What's that to you?" he asked. "I'll be out of a job," remarked Smith, laughing, "if they ever land you." Clinch's level gaze measured him; his mind was busy measuring him, too. "Who the hell are you, anyway?" he asked. "_I_ don't know. You stick up a man on the Ghost Lake Road and hide out here when the State Troopers come after you. And now you ask me if it pays better to go straight. Why didn't _you_ go straight if you think it pays?" "I haven't got a daughter to worry about," explained Smith. "If they get me it won't hurt anybody else." A dull red tinge came out under Clinch's tan: "Who asked _you_ to worry about Eve?" "She's a fine girl: that's all." Clinch's steely glare measured the young man: "You trying to make up to her?" he enquired gently. "No. She has no use for me." Clinch reflected, his cold tiger-gaze still fastened on Smith. "You're right," he said after a moment. "Eve is a good girl. Some day I'll make a lady of her." "She _is_ one, Clinch." At that Clinch reddened heavily--the first finer emotion ever betrayed before Smith. He did not say anything for a few moments, but his grim mouth worked. Finally: "I guess you was a gentleman once before you went crooked, Hal," he said. "You act up like you once was.... Say; there's only one thing on God's earth I care about. You've guessed it, too." He was off again upon his ruling passion. "Eve," nodded Smith. "Sure. She isn't my flesh and blood. But it seems like she's more, even. I want she should be a lady. It's _all_ I want. That damned millionaire Harrod bust me. But he couldn't stop me giving Eve her schooling. And now all I'm livin' for is to be fixed so's to give her money to go to the city like a lady. I don't care how I make money; all I want is to make it. And I'm a-going to." Smith nodded again. Clinch, now obsessed by his monomania, went on with an oath: