30/37 You stole it." "Suit yourself. We stole it ef it's any comfort to you. Allowin' we could do it, which we can't, you ain't in no fit state to go back to your home, an' we've jest come on to the Banks, workin' fer our bread. We don't see the ha'af of a hundred dollars a month, let alone pocket-money; an' with good luck we'll be ashore again somewheres abaout the first weeks o' September." "But--but it's May now, and I can't stay here doin' nothing just because you want to fish. |