Do you reckon that's the reason why we like him, Ike ?" Ike nodded.
"Then, bein' as we don't want to lose your company, an' seein' that you mean what you say, we'll keep the gold, though half of it must go to that lunkhead, Ike, my nephew." "Then it's settled," said Harry, "and we'll never say another word about it.

You agree to that ?" "Yes," replied Jarvis, and Ike nodded.
Harry took his place at the oar.

Although he was not as skillful as Ike, he did well, and the boat sped on upon the deep bosom of the Kentucky.
The work was good for Harry.

It made his blood flow once more in a full tide and he felt a distinct elation.
Jarvis began singing again.

He changed from Juanita to "Poor Nelly Gray": "And poor Nelly Gray, she is up in Heaven, they say, And I shall never see my darling any more." Harry found his oar swinging to the tune as Ike's had swung to that of Juanita, and he did not feel fatigue.