"He don't know it yet, but he can't."
"So you said: an' Why not? I ask. Within a thousand pound 'Bias owns as much as I do."
The child stood up, pulled her chair across to the table, and reseating herself, gazed steadily across at him through the tobacco-smoke.
"Where d'ye keep your bonds an' such like?" she asked.
"In my strong box, for the most part: two or three in the skivet of my sea-chest."
"You got 'em all?"
"All. That's to say all except the paper for this hundred pounds, which 'twas agreed Rogers should keep."
"You're a lucky man. . . . Where did Cap'n Hunken keep his?"
"Darn'd if I know. Somewheres about. He was always a bit careless over his securities—and so I've told him a dozen times,"
"When did you tell him last?"