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of the accident, winding up with a demand to be taken back
immediately to New York, where his father would pay anything any
one chose to name.

"H'm," said the shaven man, quite unmoved by the end of Harvey's
speech. "I can't say we think special of any man, or boy even,
that falls overboard from that kind o' packet in a flat ca'am.
Least of all when his excuse is thet he's seasick."

"Excuse!" cried Harvey. "D'you suppose I'd fall overboard into
your dirty little boat for fun?"

"Not knowin' what your notions o' fun may be, I can't rightly say,
young feller. But if I was you, I wouldn't call the boat which,
under Providence, was the means o' savin' ye, names. In the first
place, it's blame irreligious. In the second, it's annoyin' to my
feelin's - an' I'm Disko Troop o' the "We're Here" o' Gloucester,
which you don't seem rightly to know."

"I don't know and I don't care," said Harvey. "I'm grateful enough
for being saved and all that, of course; but I want you to
understand that the sooner you take me back to New York the better
it'll pay you."

"Meanin'- haow?" Troop raised one shaggy eyebrow over a
suspiciously mild blue eye.

"Dollars and cents," said Harvey, delighted to think that he was
making an impression. "Cold dollars and cents." He thrust a hand
into a pocket, and threw out his stomach a little, which was his
way of being grand. "You've done the best day's work you ever did
in your life when you pulled me in. I'm all the son Harvey Cheyne
has."

"He's bin favoured," said Disko, drily.

"And if you don't know who Harvey Cheyne is, you don't know much -
that's all. Now turn her around and let's hurry."

Harvey had a notion that the greater part of America was filled
with people discussing and envying his father's dollars.

"Mebbe I do, an' mebbe I don't. Take a reef in your stummick,
young feller. It's full o' my vittles."

Harvey heard a chuckle from Dan, who was pretending to be busy by
the stump-foremast, and the blood rushed to his face. "We'll pay
for that too," he said. "When do you suppose we shall get to New
York?"

"I don't use Noo York any. Ner Boston. We may see Eastern Point
about September; an' your pa - I'm real sorry I hain't heerd tell
of him - may give me ten dollars efter all your talk. Then o'
course he mayn't."

"Ten dollars! Why, see here, I -" Harvey dived into his pocket for
the wad of bills. All he brought up was a soggy packet of
cigarettes.

"Not lawful currency, an' bad for the lungs. Heave 'em overboard,
young feller, and try ag'in."

"It's been stolen!" cried Harvey, hotly.

"You'll hev to wait till you see your pa to reward me, then?"

"A hundred and thirty-four dollars - all stolen," said Harvey,
hunting wildly through his pockets. "Give them back."

A curious change flitted across old Troop's hard face. "What
might you have been doin' at your time o' life with one hundred
an' thirty-four dollars, young feller?"

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