I tell you what; I would just as soon put my money into an old stocking.

Sooner!" * * * * * He drew a breath, and I noticed his hand, lying loosely on the table, close slowly into a fist.

In that immovable man it was startling, ominous, like the famed nod of the Commander.
"So, already at that time--note--already," he growled.
"But hold on," I interrupted.

"The _Sagamore_ belonged to Mundy and Rogers, I've been told." He snorted contemptuously.

"Damn boatmen--know no better.