"Hsh!" he said at last. "I'm figurin' out my responsibilities in
my own mind. It's a matter o' jedgment."

Dan Stole up and plucked Harvey by the elbow. "Don't go to
tamperin' with dad any more," he pleaded. "You've called him a
thief two or three times over, an' he don't take that from any
livin' bein'."

"I won't!" Harvey almost shrieked, disregarding the advice; and
still Troop meditated.

"Seems kinder unneighbourly," he said at last, his eye travelling
down to Harvey. "I don't blame you, not a mite, young feller, nor
you won't blame me when the bile's out o' your systim. 'Be sure
you sense what I say? Ten an' a ha'af fer second boy on the
schooner - an' all f'und - fer to teach you an' fer the sake o'
your health. Yes or no?"

"No!" said Harvey. "Take me back to New York or I'll see you -"

He did not exactly remember what followed. He was lying in the
scuppers, holding on to a nose that bled, while Troop looked down
on him serenely.

"Dan," he said to his son, "I was sot ag'in' this young feller
when I first saw him, on account o' hasty jedgments. Never you be
led astray by hasty jedgments, Dan. Naow I'm sorry for him,
because he's clear distracted in his upper works. He ain't
responsible fer the names he's give me, nor fer his other