Hal looked up.
“What did he say?” he asked.
Red screwed up his face in thought.
“I forget,” he said, “it was something about leaving the Ship to a man who had money.” He tossed another stone, then turned his attention to the kitten.
“A man with money,” said Hal. “What man?”
“Oh! any man, I suppose,” said Red vaguely, stroking the cat’s fur up the wrong way.
“Any man with money,” repeated Hal to himself; then he began to laugh loudly, unnaturally, and very high.
Red clapped his hands over his ears and the kitten snuggled into his chest.
“Don’t do that, Hal,” he said imploringly, “it’s just like Nan when she sees Pet Salt.”
Hal stopped and pulled himself together.