“Any more than I believe you,” sneered Harvey.
Harry Brackett twisted uneasily. He was making poor progress.
“Say, Harvey,” he said, abruptly, “I want to buy that new yacht of yours, the Viking.”
“You mean you want to steal her if you get a chance, don’t you?” retorted Harvey.
“No, I don’t,” cried Harry Brackett, the perspiration standing out on his forehead. “I mean just what I say. I want to buy her, in dead earnest. You’ve got the Surprise back, and you don’t need the other one. I’ll pay you fifteen hundred dollars for the Viking. Come, will you sell her?”
“Who wants to buy her?” asked Harvey.
“I do, myself,” replied Harry Brackett. “I tell you I’ll pay you fifteen hundred dollars in cash for her.”
Harvey winked an eye, incredulously.
“You must be a millionaire,” he said.
“Well, I can afford to pay that much for a good boat,” said Harry Brackett, with a well-feigned air of indifference as to money matters.