“The——-it is!”
“Look for yourself.”
“Lord, you're right! Kind o' rough on Hunch. He'll be lucky to come through this without losin' a wad. There's sixty or eighty dollars worth o' timber gone a'ready.”
“Maybe he won't have to stand for that.”
“Somebody'll have to. You can't get insurance now, you know.”
“Look out, Duke—here comes another!”
When this wave had passed, Peabody missed his companion, and looked around for him. At length he saw him, wedged in between the foremast and the timbers, grinning sheepishly; and stepping back he hauled him out. “What's the matter with you, man? Didn't you see it.”
“Oh, I saw it all right.”
“You'd better get hold here. What's the matter with your hands?”
“I dunno, sort o' numb, I guess.”