"Murder!" said Long Jack. "Don't do that again, doctor. We ain't used to ut."
"What's wrong?" said Dan. "Ain't he our mascot, and didn't they strike on good after we'd struck him?"
"Oh! yess," said the cook. "I know that, but the catch iss not finish yet."
"He ain't goin' to do us any harm," said Dan, hotly. "Where are ye hintin' an' edgin' to? He's all right."
"No harm. No. But one day he will be your master, Danny."
"That all?" said Dan, placidly. "He wun't—not by a jugful."
"Master!" said the cook, pointing to Harvey. "Man!" and he pointed to Dan.
"That's news. Haow soon?" said Dan, with a laugh.
"In some years, and I shall see it. Master and man—man and master."
"How in thunder d'ye work that out?" said Tom Platt.