Harvey replied. He had been too busy to think much of his family
till then.

"That's so. I forgot your dad's a millionaire. You don't act
millionary any, naow. But a dory an' craft an' gear" - Dan spoke
as though she were a whale-boat "costs a heap. Think your dad 'u'd
give you one fer - fer a pet like?"

"Shouldn't wonder. It would be 'most the only thing I haven't
stuck him for yet."

"Must be an expensive kinder kid to home. Don't slitheroo thet
way, Harve. Short's the trick, because no sea's ever dead still,
an' the swells'll -"

Crack! The loom of the oar kicked Harvey under the chin and
knocked him backward.

"That was what I was goin' to say. I hed to learn too, but I
wasn't more than eight years old when I got my schoolin'."

Harvey regained his seat with aching jaws and a frown.

"No good gettin' mad at things, dad says. It's our own fault ef we
can't handle 'em, he says. Le's try here. Manuel'll give us the
water."

The " Portugee" was rocking fully a mile away, but when Dan up-
ended an oar he waved his left arm three times.