“Of course you won’t,” continued Harrington; “but, Eldad, you were mother’s mainstay, and have been like a father to me since she died, and it grates on my feelings to have you paying me money. Well, no matter. Let it go. But I’ll be even with you one of these days.”
“Well,” returned the Captain, “it’s settled then?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“Three hundred, you say.”
“O no, Eldad. Two fifty.”
“Three hundred.”
“Two fifty.”
“Three hundred dollars.”
“Two hundred and fifty dollars, Eldad. Not another stiver. I’m resolved now.”
The Captain sighed, and smoked pensively.