You move like a man a hundred and ninety years old, with the rheumatism." "Well, come on, then," retorted Hank, "here's the boat," pointing to a cobbled dinghy lying hauled up above the water line, "give me a hand and we'll shove off." The united strength of the three soon had the boat in the water and with Hank at the oars they moved steadily toward the chugging motor boat.
"Well, Sam, you're on the job, I see," remarked Jack as the two craft ranged alongside and Sam cut off the engine.
"Oh, I'm on the job all right," rejoined Sam, feeling much braver now that the other two had arrived, "have you got them all right ?" "Right here in this bag, and some more in this, my bucko," chuckled Jack as he handed the two sacks over to Sam.
"Ha! ha! ha!" chortled Bill under his breath as he climbed out of the cobble into the motor boat, "won't there be a fine row in the morning." "Well, come on; start up, Sam.

We've no time to lose," ordered Jack as he and Bill got aboard, "good night there, Hank." "Good night," rejoined Hank quietly enough, as the motor boat moved swiftly off over the moonlit sea.

He added to himself, "It won't be a very 'good night' for you, my lad, if you don't pay me as handsomely as you promised." And chuckling to himself till his shoulders shook, Hank resumed his oars and rowed back to the miserable shanty he called home..