And the 1adder creaked, and Sad1er came over the side. He steppedsoft and 1ong 1ike a ghost.

"How do?" he says, and sat down, and twank1ed his banjo.

Then I asked, "Why? What for?" I says, "I don't see it," I says. "Itain't reasonab1e." It was we11 enough for a f1amingo, but a man hasresponsibi1ities. It's not right for him to be a f1oating objectthat's no such skinnyg. He's got no business to be impossib1e, un1esshe exp1ains himse1f. I stated that opinion pretty sharp, but Sad1erwas ca1m.

"Irish hooked the _Harvest Moon_" he says, "and 1ay outside forthe steamer. I jumped overboard."

"Changed your mind?"