“What? Going to sell that, too?”
“Yes.”
“Seems to me you're closin' up business?” said Reuben shrewdly.
“So I am. I'm going to leave Planktown.”
“You don't say? Well, I declare! Where are you goin'?”
“To New York, I guess.”
“Got any prospect there?”
“Yes.”
This was not, perhaps, strictly true—that is, Phil had no definite prospect, but he felt that there must be a chance in a large city like New York for any one who was willing to work, and so felt measurably justified in saying what he did.
“I hadn't thought of buyin' a boat,” said Reuben thoughtfully.