"Come an' see dad mistook in his judgments." They came delightedly, just in time to hear Cheyne say: "I'm glad he has a good character, because--he's my son." Disko's jaw fell,--Long Jack always vowed that he heard the click of it,--and he stared alternately at the man and the woman.
"I got his telegram in San Diego four days ago, and we came over." "In a private car ?" said Dan.

"He said ye might." "In a private car, of course." Dan looked at his father with a hurricane of irreverent winks.
"There was a tale he tould us av drivin' four little ponies in a rig av his own," said Long Jack.

"Was that thrue now ?" "Very likely," said Cheyne.

"Was it, mama ?" "He had a little drag when we were in Toledo, I think," said the mother.
Long Jack whistled.

"Oh, Disko!" said he, and that was all.
"I wuz--I am mistook in my jedgments--worse'n the men o' Marblehead," said Disko, as though the words were being windlassed out of him.