He related to his father the story of his two encounters with Jabe. The older man listened with grim but satisfied attention.
"Licked him at last, did you? If you hadn't, I should want you to look him up and do it now. It's a Whittington habit to carry through what you begin. Well, Percy, you've certainly made good."
A glimmer of pride, the first he had ever shown in his son, crossed his face.
"I blamed you for junking your auto. Now I've gone and junked a yacht that'll cost me more than fifty times as much. Well, there's no fool like the old fool! But it's been worth it."
He gave his son a look in which affection mingled with pride.
"It was quicksilver, kill or cure; and I'm mighty glad it's been cure."