Why, March, you got convictions yourself!" "Have I ?" said March.

"I don't know what they are." "Well, neither do I; but I know you were ready to kick the trough over for them when the old man wanted us to bounce Lindau that time." "Oh yes," said March; he remembered the fact; but he was still uncertain just what the convictions were that he had been so stanch for.
"I suppose we could have got along without you," Fulkerson mused aloud.
"It's astonishing how you always can get along in this world without the man that is simply indispensable.

Makes a fellow realize that he could take a day off now and then without deranging the solar system a great deal.

Now here's Coonrod--or, rather, he isn't.

But that boy managed his part of the schooner so well that I used to tremble when I thought of his getting the better of the old man and going into a convent or something of that kind; and now here he is, snuffed out in half a second, and I don't believe but what we shall be sailing along just as chipper as usual inside of thirty days.