Craig shrugged contemptuously. "Marbles! Jacks!" Then he added:
"Now that I'm about ready to marry, I'll look the offerings over."
He clapped his friend on the shoulder. "And you can bet your last
cent I'll take what I want."

"Don't be too sure," jeered Arkwright.

The brougham was passing a street lamp that for an instant
illuminated Craig's face. Again Arkwright saw the expression that
made him feel extremely uncertain of the accuracy of his estimates
of the "wild man's" character.

"Yes, I'll get her," said Josh, "and for a reason that never
occurs to you shallow people. I get what I want because what I
want wants me--for the same reason that the magnet gets the
steel."

Arkwright looked admiringly at his friend's strong, aggressive
face.

"You're a queer one, Josh," said he. "Nothing ordinary about you."

"I should hope not!" exclaimed Craig. "Now for the plunge."





CHAPTER II