Captain Hunniwell, muttering to
himself, watched the collecting process. When it was completed, he
asked:
"Is this all?"
"Eh? Yes, I guess 'tis. I can't seem to find any more just now.
Maybe another batch'll turn up later. If it does I'll keep it till
next time."
The captain, suppressing his emotions, hastily counted the money.
"Have you any idea how much there is here?" he asked.
"No, I don't know's I have. There's been quite consider'ble comin'
in last fortni't or so. Summer folks been payin' bills and one
thing or 'nother. Might be forty or fifty dollars, I presume
likely."
"Forty or fifty! Nearer a hundred and fifty! And you keep it
stuffed around in every junk hole from the roof to the cellar.
Wonder to me you don't light your pipe with it. I shouldn't wonder
if you did. How many times have I told you to deposit your money
every three days anyhow? How many times?"
Mr. Winslow seemed to reflect.
"Don't know, Sam," he admitted. "Good many, I will give in. But--
but, you see, Sam, if--if I take it to the bank I'm liable to
forget I've got it. Long's it's round here somewheres I--why, I
know where 'tis and--and it's handy. See, don't you?"
The captain shook his head.
"Jed Winslow," he declared, "as I said to you just now you beat all
my goin' to sea. I can't make you out.
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