"No, Ben; you know I don't smoke."
"You're right, lad, no doubt, but I couldn't get along without it. Do you know, boys, it is just six months to-day since we came here, after our brief interview with Dean's friends. By the way, what are their names?"
"Peter Kirby and Dan—I don't know his last name."
"I wonder what has become of them. It is easy to tell what will befall them at last."
"I hope I shall never set eyes on them again," said Dean, fervently.
"Well, I won't just say that; I might like to meet them if they were about to receive their deserts."
"Do you know how we stand, Rawson?" asked Eben Jones, taking the pipe from his mouth.
"I was just figuring up, Eben, this afternoon, since you have made me treasurer. There's a little over three thousand dollars in the common fund."
"A thousand dollars apiece."