"I'm grateful enough for being saved and all that, of course; but I want you to understand that the sooner you take me back to New York the better it'll pay you." "Meanin'-- haow ?" Troop raised one shaggy eyebrow over a suspiciously mild blue eye.
"Dollars and cents," said Harvey, delighted to think that he was making an impression.

"Cold dollars and cents." He thrust a hand into a pocket, and threw out his stomach a little, which was his way of being grand.

"You've done the best day's work you ever did in your life when you pulled me in.

I'm all the son Harvey Cheyne has." "He's bin favoured," said Disko, drily.
"And if you don't know who Harvey Cheyne is, you don't know much--that's all.

Now turn her around and let's hurry." Harvey had a notion that the greater part of America was filled with people discussing and envying his father's dollars.
"Mebbe I do, an' mebbe I don't.