"No more it ain't, but in this case, Matt, you're helping a couple of mighty good people—and by that, I mean Uncle Dan and Aunt Mollie."
"If I go, McGlory, it will be to help somebody else."
"Who?"
"Why, George, himself. I think there's good stuff in him if it could be brought out."
"Hear him! Matt, George is as near a false alarm as you'll find anywhere. He's not more than half baked; if he wasn't all of that, do you think he'd have tried to have us arrested for stealing that money?"
"He's all worked up, now, and has been for quite a while," explained Matt. "When a fellow's in that condition, Joe, he's not wholly responsible for what he does."
"Talk about making a man of George is all a summer breeze, Matt. He hasn't a thing to build on, if you count out the cigarette habit."
Matt mused for a little while.
"He likes motor boats, I believe you said, Joe?" he queried at last.
"Well, yes," laughed McGlory, "a liking for boats seems to run in the family. It was a motor boat, you sabe, that started George on his last dash for the Pacific Slope and freedom. But what of that?"