'Guess he thought the Moravians wouldn't hunt the Banks fer Jacob Boiler.

Dad was agreeable, fer Uncle Salters he'd been fishin' off an' on fer thirty years, when he warn't inventin' patent manures, an' he took quarter-share in the _We're Here_; an' the trip done Penn so much good, Dad made a habit o' takin' him.

Some day, Dad sez, he'll remember his wife an' kids an' Johnstown, an' then, like as not, he'll die, Dad sez.

Don't ye talk abaout Johnstown ner such things to Penn, 'r Uncle Salters he'll heave ye overboard." "Poor Penn!" murmured Harvey.

"I shouldn't ever have thought Uncle Salters cared for him by the look of 'em together." "I like Penn, though; we all do," said Dan.