Troop says I've a better head for figures than Dan.

Troop's a mighty just man." "Well, suppose I don't move the 'Constance' to-night, how'll you fix it ?" Harvey looked at the clock, which marked twenty past eleven.
"Then I'll sleep here till three and catch the four o'clock freight.
They let us men from the Fleet ride free, as a rule." "That's a notion.

But I think we can get the 'Constance' around about as soon as your men's freight.

Better go to bed now." Harvey spread himself on the sofa, kicked off his boots, and was asleep before his father could shade the electrics.

Cheyne sat watching the young face under the shadow of the arm thrown over the forehead, and among many things that occurred to him was the notion that he might perhaps have been neglectful as a father.
"One never knows when one's taking one's biggest risks," he said.