"Say," said the bartender, "you're all right! How many more children to home?"
"Home?" She held up seven fingers. "And him," pointing to the baby.
"Great Stork! Here!" He set down the baby, drew out the bar-money and offered it to her. "When a ship goes down, I heard a sea-lawyer say once, all debts go with her. And that must mean all credits go too. Anyhow we'll make it so now. Here—for you."
"Me? No, no. I have husband. Fine job—dollar-half day."
"Dollar an' a half! It's too much for the father of eight children for one day! But this—see. For baby. And the Lord knows a baby who came through last night and never a yip out of him, he oughter get a million. Here—put in bank—for baby."
"Ah-h! For baby. Tenk you." She beamed and took the money. "You brave man! Him"—pointing to Jan's back—"brave man too."
"Him, brave—yes. But me? No, no. Me scared blue. He'd 'a' shot me next only I beat him to it."
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"Kill baby too." She kissed the baby.