on to the Banks, workin' fer our bread. We don't see the ha'af of
a hundred dollars a month, let alone pocket-money; an' with good
luck we'll be ashore again somewheres abaout the first weeks o'
September."

"But - but it's May now, and I can't stay here doin' nothing just
because you want to fish. I can't, I tell you!"

"Right an' jest; jest an' right. No one asks you to do nothin'.
There's a heap as you can do, for Otto he went overboard on Le
Have. I mistrust he lost his grip in a gale we f'und there.
Anyways, he never come back to deny it. You've turned up, plain,
plumb providential for all concerned. I mistrust, though, there's
ruther few things you kin do. Ain't thet so?"

"I can make it lively for you and your crowd when we get ashore,"
said Harvey, with a vicious nod, murmuring vague threats about
"piracy," at which Troop almost - not quite - smiled.

"Excep' talk. I'd forgot that. You ain't asked to talk more'n
you've a mind to aboard the "We're Here". Keep your eyes open, an'
help Dan to do ez he's bid, an' sechlike, an' I'll give you - you
ain't wuth it, but I'll give - ten an' a ha'af a month; say
thirty-five at the end o' the trip. A little work will ease up
your head, an' you kin tell us all abaout your dad an' your ma n'
your money efterwards."

"She's on the steamer," said Harvey, his eyes fill-with tears.
"Take me to New York at once."