“I like you now.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, ever so. I didn’t at first, because you seemed such a coward.”
“I suppose I am,” sighed Max.
“That you’re not; and I’d pitch anybody overboard who said so. You were all strange to us and our ways when you came down; but you’re as full of pluck underneath, though you don’t show it outside, as any fellow I ever knew.”
Max shook his head again.
“But I say you are. Don’t contradict, or I’ll hit you, and then there’ll be a fight. Now, I say, look here! I couldn’t help my father borrowing money of your father?”
“No, of course not.”
“And you couldn’t help your father wanting it back?”
“No, no. Don’t talk about it, please.”