“He had a little drag when we were in Toledo, I think,” said the mother.
Long Jack whistled. “Oh, Disko!” said he, and that was all.
“I wuz—I am mistook in my jedgments—worse’n the men o’ Marblehead,” said Disko, as though the words were being windlassed out of him. “I don’t mind ownin’ to you, Mr. Cheyne, as I mistrusted the boy to be crazy. He talked kinder odd about money.”
“So he told me.”
“Did he tell ye anything else? ’Cause I pounded him once.” This with a somewhat anxious glance at Mrs. Cheyne.
“Oh, yes,” Cheyne replied. “I should say it probably did him more good than anything else in the world.”
“I jedged ’twuz necessary, er I wouldn’t ha’ done it. I don’t want you to think we abuse our boys any on