"What! You!"
"I'm afraid you won't hook much commission out of it, Cappie, as you'll have to take it at ballast rates."
"Catch me."
"But there'll be about seventy tons of it as far as I can reckon."
"My Christian Aunt! do you tell me, Carter-me-lad, that you've scratched up seventy tons of cargo? Here, sit down. No, sit down. Don't talk. I'm not going to have you going away and calling the M'poso a dry ship."
Captain Image had no tariff rate for tin ore, but he invented one with great readiness, and then knocked off ten per cent. by way of encouraging a new industry. "Now, where is this mine of yours?" he asked genially. "Tell me, and I warrant I'll find you an easier way to bring your produce than paddling it in dugouts."
"Up the river."
"Well, let's look at your charts, me-lad."
Carter shook his head.
"Why, how's that? Haven't you made one?"