“Gosh!” groaned Tyrebuck, “why didn’t I insure her for twenty thousand?” He wallowed in thought for a moment, then he said:
“Hank.”
“Yep?”
“D’you want a partnership in a shipping business?”
“Nope.”
“Well, if you do, I’ll take you on. I will, sure. Yes, you can have the loan of her. God help the Dutchman if you’re after him. Take her down south, take her to blazes, take her anywhere you like and now get out of my office for I’m busy. One moment, here’s my card, there’s a watchman on board her, show him this and he’ll let you go over her and I’ll send you a letter to-night confirming the loan.”
Outside Hank took George’s arm. “Say, Bud, you’re the right sort.”
“How so?” asked George.
“I don’t believe there’s another man in ’Frisco that would have gone in with me on this, not on that specification anyhow. D’y’ know the Wear Jack was built in ’sixty-seven.”
“What do you mean by ’sixty-seven?”