"I know a hero.

And when I heard of you working all day like a common labourer, with your hands bleeding and your nails broken--and how you told the captain to 'crack on' (I think he said) in the storm, when he was terrified himself--and the danger of that horrid mutiny"-- (Nares had been obligingly dipping his brush in earthquake and eclipse)--"and how it was all done, in part at least, for Jim and me--I felt we could never say how we admired and thanked you." "Mamie," I cried, "don't talk of thanks; it is not a word to be used between friends.

Jim and I have been prosperous together; now we shall be poor together.

We've done our best, and that's all that need be said.
The next thing is for me to find a situation, and send you and Jim up country for a long holiday in the redwoods--for a holiday Jim has got to have." "Jim can't take your money, Mr.Loudon," said Mamie.
"Jim ?" cried I."He's got to.

Didn't I take his ?" Presently after, Jim himself arrived, and before he had yet done mopping his brow, he was at me with the accursed subject.