In the Old Country it's harder to fix where folks belong." "You imply that you have got to know Cartwright before you fix him ?" Vernon laughed.

"I haven't quite fixed him yet.

At one time he's a sober gentleman of the stiff old school; at another he's as rough as the roughest hobo I've met in the West.

I reckon he'd beat a business crook at the other's smartest trick, but if you're out for a straight deal, you'll find Cartwright straight." He went off to change some money and Lister went to his cabin and began to pack his trunk.

When he came up they had passed the Chicken Rock and a long bright beam touched the sea astern.