Makes ye feel sickish an' lonesome.

I know." "It does," moaned Harvey.

"That man's either crazy or drunk, and--and I can't do anything." "Don't say that to dad," whispered Dan.

"He's set ag'in' all liquor, an'-- well, he told me you was the madman.

What in creation made you call him a thief?
He's my dad." Harvey sat up, mopped his nose, and told the story of the missing wad of bills.