"I'm going to hunt Mellin down and make him give up." Winston's jaws set.
Uncle Sid smiled grimly.
"Well, young man, I'm all-fired rejoiced that you ain't a-huntin' me. I'm goin' a-huntin' too."
At the Rio Vista they parted. Uncle Sid stumped up to the hotel office.
"Say, senner," he was addressing the clerk, "Mrs. MacGregor ain't been sighted yet, has she?"
The clerk smiled affably.
"Not yet, Captain. Expect her to make port today. Any messages?"
"Yes, plenty, but I'll deliver 'em myself."
Mrs. MacGregor made port promptly and as promptly Uncle Sid began to deliver his message.
"Well, Eunice, it seems you've finally settled to the conviction that there's more money in a servant o' the Lord than in folks that's got handles to their names."