“I don't mix in this business.”
“No more would I. But it seems to me, if McGlory's got some way of his own of making a little pile, and if you could have your share for just letting him stay aboard, you'd be sort of a fool not to do it.”
“Excuse me!”
Henry smiled indulgently. “There's nothing very bad in what you have told me. Of course, if there are things you haven''t told me, it might make a difference.”
“You have the whole story.”
“Do you know, Dick, you make me think of the folks up at the college here. You know that brewer that died repentant and left five hundred thousand dollars to the Biblical School? Well, a lot of the old preachers got stirred up over it and made them refuse the money— made 'em refuse five hundred thousand cash! Good Lord! if these particular folks would look into the private history of all the dollars in the country, they'd never touch one of them,—not one. There isn't a dollar of the lot that hasn't got a bad spot somewhere, like the rest of us. The main thing is, are your own hands clean when you take it? If they are, the dollar can't hurt you.”
“But look here, Henry, my mind's made up about this. I won't have that fellow on my schooner.”
“Going to turn him off to-night?”
“Yes, right now.”
“All right. You can send him over here. I 'll give him a bunk till morning. But what are you going to do for a mate?”