that his upbringing had cost so much. “And all that’s sunk capital, isn’t it?”
“Invested, Harve. Invested, I hope.”
“Making it only thirty thousand, the thirty I’ve earned is about ten cents on the hundred. That’s a mighty poor catch.”
Harvey wagged his head solemnly.
Cheyne laughed till he nearly fell off the pile into the water.
“Disko has got a heap more than that out of Dan since he was ten; and Dan’s at school half the year, too.”
“Oh, that’s what you’re after, is it?”
“No. I’m not after anything. I’m not stuck on myself any just now—that’s all. … I ought to be kicked.”
“I can’t do it, old man; or I would, I presume, if I’d been made that way.”
“Then I’d have remembered it to the last day I lived—and