"Dan, you're a white man," said Harvey.

"I'll keep it as long as I live." "That's good hearin'," said Dan, with a pleasant laugh; and then, anxious to change the subject: "'Look's if your line was fast to somethin'." "Fouled, I guess," said Harve, tugging.

Before he pulled up he fastened the belt round him, and with deep delight heard the tip of the sheath click on the thwart.

"Concern the thing!" he cried.

"She acts as though she were on strawberry-bottom.