The lawyer laughed heartily. “So you think Mrs. Corcoran Dunn resembles her, do you,” he observed.
“In one way—yes. Both of ’em sacrifice everything else to one idea. Pashy’s was gettin’ that pledge signed, and never mind ways and means. Mrs. Dunn’s is money and position—never mind how they come. See what I’m drivin’ at?”
Sylvester laughed again. “I guess so,” he said. “Captain Warren, I never saw you in better spirits. Do you know what I think? I think that, for a chap who has just given away half of a good-sized fortune and intends giving away the other half, you’re the most cheerful specimen I ever saw.”
The captain laughed, too. “I am, ain’t I,” he said. “Well, I can say truthful what I never expected to say in my life—that once I was wuth ha’f a million dollars. As for the rest of it, I’m like that millionaire—that.... Hi! Look! There comes Dan! See him!”
They peered eagerly over the fence. The Warren “two-seater” had rounded the bend in the road. Dan was driving. Beside him sat a young fellow who waved his hand.
“Steve!” cried the captain, excitedly. “There’s Steve! And—and—yes, there’s somebody on the back seat. It’s Jim! He’s come! Hooray!”
He was darting out of the gate, but his friend seized his coat.
“Wait,” he cried. “I don’t want to lose the rest of that sentence. You said you were like some millionaire. Who?”
“Don’t bother me,” cried Captain Elisha. “Who? Why, I was goin’ to say I was like that millionaire chap who passes out a library every time he wakes up and happens to think of it. You know who I mean.... Ahoy there, Jim! Ahoy, Steve!”
He was waving his hand to the passengers in the approaching vehicle.