"What!"
"And the other wan was Monteray Gray's son."
The miser of the island uttered a loud cry.
"You are fooling!" he said, excitedly.
"No, I ain't."
"Why, I thought his son was dead, that he--he died here," continued Max Pooler, with a white face.
Mosey laughed, a cold, hard laugh.
"Max, me b'y, ye can't kill that lad. If ye'd go out into the worruld more ye'd larn more. Now his father----"
The miser of the island grasped the Irishman fiercely by the shoulder.
"Stop there!" he commanded; "I won't have it--remember that--I won't have it!"