I bought the tackle, too. You can’t fish fish like that without the best tackle you can buy.”
“Mr. Johnson, he says I’m a rummy. Maybe I am. But I tell you he’s right. He’s right and he’s reasonable,” Eddy told him.
“I don’t want to make any difficulties,” Johnson said finally. “I’ll pay for it, even though I don’t see it. That’s eighteen days at thirty-five dollars and two ninety-five extra.”
“You gave me a hundred,” I told him. “I’ll give you a list of what I spent and I’ll deduct what grub there is left. What you bought for provisions going over and back.”
“That’s reasonable,” Johnson said.
“Listen, Mr. Johnson,” Eddy said. “If you knew the way they usually charge a stranger you’d know it was more than reasonable. Do you know what it is? It’s exceptional. The Cap is treating you like you were his own mother.”
“I’ll go to the bank tomorrow and come down in the afternoon. Then I’ll get the boat day after tomorrow.”
“You can go back with us and save the boat fare.” “No,” he said. “I’ll save time with the boat.” “Well,” I said. “What about a drink?”
“Fine,” said Johnson. “No hard feelings now, are there?”
“No, sir,” I told him. So the three of us sat there in the stern and drank a highball together.
