"Ten per cent.

down and the rest when they catch me.

Installments!" He jabbed forth a heavy finger and punched Fairchild in the ribs.

"Where's Mother 'Oward?
Won't I knock 'er eyes out ?" Fairchild laughed--he couldn't help it--in spite of the fact that five hundred dollars might have gone a long way toward unwatering that shaft.

Harry was Harry--he had done enough in crossing the seas to help him.