"Partly on account of your attitude toward these boys," admitted Mr.
Farnum, "and also because Pollard and I now realize that you had intended
to wrest control of this business from us."

"You're losing your senses," Stormed the capitalist, angrily. "Unless
you at once come to a realization of it, all we can do is to wish you
good morning."

Mr. Farnum bowed, silently, then moved toward the office door, opening
it.

"Come on, gentlemen," cried Melville, stiffly, turning toward his own
friends.

In silence the members of that group started across the floor. Mr.
Farnum, surveying them inscrutably, still held the door open.

"This is dramatic--and suicidal," said Mr. Melville, haughtily.

"You take it too seriously," replied the boatbuilder, with a slight
smile. "It is only good morning."

"You're a fool, Farnum!" came the answer as Mr. Melville, in a rage,
halted just inside the door. "And I warn you that, if we leave here,
now, we shall not return, no matter how changed your attitude may
become later. Have you any answer to that, sir?"

"Good morning," replied Jacob Farnum, with another courteous bow.