; he went, you see."

The captain drew a long breath.

"He went," he repeated. "And you knew he'd gone?"

"No, I didn't know, but I kind of guessed."

"You guessed, and yet all the time I've been here you haven't said
a word about it till this minute."

"Well, I didn't think 'twas much use sayin' until I knew."

"Well, my gracious king, Jed Winslow, you beat all my goin' to sea!
But you've helped Uncle Sam to a good soldier and you've helped me
out of a nasty row. For my part I'm everlastin' obliged to you, I
am so."

Jed looked pleased but very much embarrassed.

"Sho, sho," he exclaimed, hastily, "'twan't anything. Oh, say,"
hastily changing the subject, "I've got some money 'round here
somewheres I thought maybe you'd take to the bank and deposit for
me next time you went, if 'twan't too much trouble."

"Trouble? Course 'tain't any trouble. Where is it?"

Winslow put down his work and began to hunt. From one drawer of
his work bench, amid nails, tools and huddles of papers, he
produced a small bundle of banknotes; from another drawer another
bundle. These, however, did not seem to satisfy him entirely. At
last, after a good deal of very deliberate search, he unearthed
more paper currency from the pocket of a dirty pair of overalls
hanging on a nail, and emptied a heap of silver and coppers from a
battered can on the shelf. Captain Hunniwell, muttering to
himself, watched the collecting process. When it was completed, he
asked:

"Is this all?"

"Eh? Yes, I guess 'tis. I can't seem to find any more just now.
Maybe another batch'll turn up later. If it does I'll keep it till
next time."

The captain, suppressing his emotions, hastily counted the money.

"Have you any idea how much there is here?" he asked.

"No, I don't know's I have. There's been quite consider'ble comin'
in last fortni't or so. Summer folks been payin' bills and one
thing or 'nother. Might be forty or fifty dollars, I presume
likely."

"Forty or fifty! Nearer a hundred and fifty! And you keep it
stuffed around in every junk hole from the roof to the cellar.
Wonder to me you don't light your pipe with it. I shouldn't wonder
if you did. How many times have I told you to deposit your money
every three days anyhow? How many times?"

Mr. Winslow seemed to reflect.

"Don't know, Sam," he admitted. "Good many, I will give in. But--
but, you see, Sam, if--if I take it to the bank I'm liable to
forget I've got i