“Well, if I charter her I’d be the same as the owner, wouldn’t I?”
“M-m— I don’t know but what you would.”
“Well, there it is.”
“H’m—where’d you say she was layin’— Chatham?”
“I didn’t say.”
“No? I thought you did.”
“You think too fast. How much for your boat from now till the job’s over?”
“Well, two thousand tons—her hull’d be worth a lot in itself. And mahogany—a two-thousand-ton ship ought to be carryin’ about a couple of million feet of lumber. And mahogany worth—how much a thousand is mahogany worth, anyway?”
“I don’t know.”
“No? Well, it’s worth a whole lot, that’s sure. Here’s the Morning Commercial News’ll tell. M-m—here’s pine, rough—spruce, planed—m-m—oak—m-m—mahogany—whew! Say, mahogany’s away up, isn’t it? Let me see now. I’ll do that job——”