Likewise there was a kind of familiar somethin' about his face.

I knew mighty well I'd never met him afore, and yet I seemed to have a floatin' memory of him, same as a chap remembers the taste of the senna and salts his ma made him take when he was little.
"'All right,' says he, sharp.

'Then you come around to my landin' to-morrer mornin' at eight o'clock prompt and take me out in my launch to the cod-fishin' grounds.

I'll give you ten dollars to take me out there and back.' "'Well,' says I, 'ten dollars is a good price enough.

Do I furnish--' "'You furnish nothin' except your grub,' he interrupts.