Uncle Sid appeared to take up Ralph's words. Then he changed his mind, speaking reminiscently.
"I've known 'Lige Berl ever since he was so high an' before." Uncle Sid measured Elijah's former height with his hand. "He's a queer mixture. He was always a mixture of ideas an' prayer meetin's an' the flesh pots of Egypt. You can't no more help commendin' his prayer-meetin' moods than you can help cussin' his lickin' the flesh pots. He ain't changed a bit out here. He'll just look at you with his eyes wide open an' you'll feel like a man that's just got religion an' you won't suspect that he's picked your pocket till you put your hand in to pay your grocer's bill."
Ralph smiled grimly.
"There's not much profit in talking about this. But—well, you know 'Lige all right."
"Wait a minute, I ain't through." Uncle Sid's eyes were fixed on Ralph like a steel needle pointing to a magnet. "Money's the root of evil, but there's a power of good in the roots if they're used right. I've got quite a bunch of the roots handy. You're goin' to need them, an' young man, they're at your call when you say so, an' if I ain't mistaken, it won't be long either."
"Thank you." Ralph answered briefly. "I'll remember."
The Captain did not drop his eyes, but they softened.
"You've known Helen Lonsdale for a long time, haven't you?"
"Ever since she was a little girl."
"An' you're a friend of hers?"