"Maybe you will."
"I'll try, at any rate. If not now, my revenge will keep. Is that all?"
"Not quite. Sit down again."
The old man stained the face of his visitor so adroitly that he appeared to be deeply pitted with smallpox.
"Your own mother wouldn't know you now," he said with pride.
"That's so, Jacob! you're a regular genius," replied Marlowe. "I ain't sure about it's being me. You're sure about it?"
"Shiver your timbers!" said the old man.
"Shiver my timbers, but I forgot about it! Do you think I'll do?"
"Yes; but you mustn't wash your face till it is dry."
"I sometimes forget to do it now. I guess I can get along without it for a day or two. Now, how much are you going to ask for all this?"