“‘Berry,’ says he, ’I’ve got a word or two to say to you.  I ain’t kickin’ at your givin’ me tit for tat, or tryin’ to.  Turn about’s fair play, if you can call the turn.  But it’s against my principles to allow anybody to beat me on a business deal.  Do you suppose,’ he says, ’that I’d have paid your robber’s prices without a word if I hadn’t had somethin’ up my sleeve?  Why, man,’ says he, ’I gave you my checks, not cash.  And I’ve just telephoned to the Wellmouth Bank to stop payment on those checks.  They’re no earthly use to you; see?  There’s one or two things about high finance that you don’t know even yet.  Ho, ho!’

“And he rocked back and forth on his heels and laughed.

“I held up my hand.  ‘Wait a jiffy, Mr. Williams,’ says I.  ’I guess these checks are all right.  When we fust landed on Woodchuck, I judged by the looks of the shanty that Baker hadn’t left it for good.  I cal’lated he’d be back.  And sure enough he come back, in his catboat, on Thursday evenin’, after you’d turned in.  Them checks was payable to “Bearer,” you remember, so I give ’em to him.  He was to cash ’em in the fust thing Friday mornin’, and I guess you’ll find he’s done it.’”

“Well, I swan to man!” interrupted the astonished and delighted Phinney.  “So you had him after all!  And I was scart you’d lost every cent.”

Captain Sol chuckled.  “Yes,” he went on, “I had him, and his eyes and mouth opened together.

“‘What?’ he bellers.  ’Do you mean to say that a boat stopped at that dummed island and didn’t take us off?’

“‘Oh,’ says I, ’Darius didn’t feel called on to take you off, not after I told him who you was.  You see, Mr. Williams,’ I says, ’Darius Baker was my partner in that wheat speculation I was tellin’ you about.’”

The Captain drew a long breath and re-lit his cigar, which had gone out.  His friend pounded the settee ecstatically.

“There!” he cried.  “I knew the name ‘Darius Baker’ wa’n’t so strange to me.  When was you and him in partners, Sol?”

“Oh, ’way back in the old days, afore I went to sea at all, and afore mother died.  You wouldn’t remember much about it.  Mother and I was livin’ in Trumet then and our house here was shut up.  I was only a kid, or not much more, and Williams was young, too.”

“And that’s the way he made his money!  Him!  Why, he’s the most respected man in this neighborhood, and goes to church, and—­”

“Yes.  Well, if you make money enough you can always be respected—­by some kinds of people—­and find some church that’ll take you in.  Ain’t that so, Bailey?”

Captain Stitt and his cousin, Obed Gott, the paint dealer, were standing in the doorway of the station.  They now entered.

“I guess it’s so,” replied Stitt, pulling up a chair, “though I don’t know what you was talkin’ about.  However, it’s a pretty average safe bet that what you say is so, Sol, ’most any time.  What’s the special ‘so,’ this time?”