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."