Captains Courageous eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 219 pages of information about Captains Courageous.

Captains Courageous eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 219 pages of information about Captains Courageous.

“Don’t say that to Dad,” whispered Dan.  “He’s set agin all liquor, an’—­well, he told me you was the madman.  What in creation made you call him a thief?  He’s my dad.”

Harvey sat up, mopped his nose, and told the story of the missing wad of bills.  “I’m not crazy,” he wound up.  “Only—­your father has never seen more than a five-dollar bill at a time, and my father could buy up this boat once a week and never miss it.”

“You don’t know what the ‘We’re Here’s’ worth.  Your dad must hev a pile o’ money.  How did he git it?  Dad sez loonies can’t shake out a straight yarn.  Go ahead.”

“In gold mines and things, West.”

“I’ve read o’ that kind o’ business.  Out West, too?  Does he go around with a pistol on a trick-pony, same ez the circus?  They call that the Wild West, and I’ve heard that their spurs an’ bridles was solid silver.”

“You are a chump!” said Harvey, amused in spite of himself.  “My father hasn’t any use for ponies.  When he wants to ride he takes his car.”

“Haow?  Lobster-car?”

“No.  His own private car, of course.  You’ve seen a private car some time in your life?”

“Slatin Beeman he hez one,” said Dan, cautiously.  “I saw her at the Union Depot in Boston, with three niggers hoggin’ her run.”, (Dan meant cleaning the windows.) “But Slatin Beeman he owns ‘baout every railroad on Long Island, they say, an’ they say he’s bought ‘baout ha’af Noo Hampshire an’ run a line fence around her, an’ filled her up with lions an’ tigers an’ bears an’ buffalo an’ crocodiles an’ such all.  Slatin Beeman he’s a millionaire.  I’ve seen his car.  Yes?”

“Well, my father’s what they call a multi-millionaire, and he has two private cars.  One’s named for me, the ‘Harvey’, and one for my mother, the ’Constance’.”

“Hold on,” said Dan.  “Dad don’t ever let me swear, but I guess you can.  ’Fore we go ahead, I want you to say hope you may die if you’re lyin’.”

“Of course,” said Harvey.

“The ain’t ’niff.  Say, ‘Hope I may die if I ain’t speaking’ truth."’

“Hope I may die right here,” said Harvey, “if every word I’ve spoken isn’t the cold truth.”

“Hundred an’ thirty-four dollars an’ all?” said Dan.  “I heard ye talkin’ to Dad, an’ I ha’af looked you’d be swallered up, same’s Jonah.”

Harvey protested himself red in the face.  Dan was a shrewd young person along his own lines, and ten minutes’ questioning convinced him that Harvey was not lying—­much.  Besides, he had bound himself by the most terrible oath known to boyhood, and yet he sat, alive, with a red-ended nose, in the scuppers, recounting marvels upon marvels.

“Gosh!” said Dan at last from the very bottom of his soul when Harvey had completed an inventory of the car named in his honour.  Then a grin of mischievous delight overspread his broad face.  “I believe you, Harvey.  Dad’s made a mistake fer once in his life.”

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