"Look at that man in Honolulu, and the ship that went ashore on Waikiki Reef; it was blowing a kona, hard; and she began to break up as soon as she touched.

Lloyd's agent had her sold inside an hour; and before dark, when she went to pieces in earnest, the man that bought her had feathered his nest.

Three more hours of daylight, and he might have retired from business.

As it was, he built a house on Beretania Street, and called it for the ship." "Yes, there's something in wrecks sometimes," said the Glasgow voice; "but not often." "As a general rule, there's deuced little in anything," said Havens.
"Well, I believe that's a Christian fact," cried the other.

"What I want is a secret; get hold of a rich man by the right place, and make him squeal." "I suppose you know it's not thought to be the ticket," returned Havens.
"I don't care for that; it's good enough for me," cried the man from Glasgow, stoutly.