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"Yes," he says, a-leaning over it, "yes, it is my own lamented darling, my poor lost Charles William Allbright deceased," says he, for he could curl his tongue around the bulliest words in the language when he was a mind to, and lay them before you without a jint started, anywheres.
They started to get out a boat to take him ashore and lynch him, but he grabbed the little child all of a sudden and jumped overboard with it hugged up to his breast and shedding tears, and we never see him again in this life, poor old suffering soul, nor Charles William neither. 'WHO was shedding tears? says Bob; 'was it Allbright or the baby?
Dick Allbright said rafts that had fooled with it had got bad luck by it. The captain of the watch said he didn't believe in it. He said he reckoned the bar'l gained on us because it was in a little better current than what we was. He said it would leave by and by.
He saw Allbright turn away rejected with a feeling of pity; the old man looked dejected. Carroll reflected with a sensation of pride that at least he did not owe him. He himself was rejected promptly after he had owned to his age. The man four behind him was chosen. He was a very young man, scarcely more than a boy, unless his looks belied him.
"He 'ain't paid the rest of us up yet, but I s'pose it's safe enough." A faithful, even an affectionate look came into the other man's face. He remembered his suspicions about the watch, and reasoned from premises. "I have no more doubt of him than I have of myself," he replied. "You s'pose the business is goin' on just the same, then?" "Of course I do," Allbright replied, almost angrily.
"That is a statement no man has any right to make about my employer unless he is in a position to prove it," he said. "That is so," said Harrison Day. He was a very small man, but he danced before the tall, lean one, who looked as if all his flesh might have resolved to muscle. The man looked contemptuously down at him and spoke to Allbright. "So he is your employer?" he said, in a sarcastic tone.
Carroll," he said, deferentially, and yet with a kindly concern. "I am very well," said Carroll. Then he pulled out his watch again, and Allbright noticed quickly that it was a dollar watch. He remembered his suspicion. "I must hurry if I am to get my train," said Carroll. "You live here, Mr. Allbright?" "Yes. I have lived here for twenty years."
This book-keeper, whose name was William Allbright, lived in Harlem, so far up that it seemed fairly in the country, and on the second floor of a small, ancient building which, indeed, belonged to the period when Harlem was country and which remained between two modern apartment houses.
Allbright, moving with a due regard to the dangerous state of the pavement, had still an alacrity of movement rather unusual to him. As he came nearer it was plain to see that his soberly outlined face, long and clean-shaven, was elated by something. He started when he recognized Carroll, and stopped. Carroll felt, meeting him a sensation of self-respect like a tonic.
"May I ask you to kindly wait a moment, Mr. Allbright?" Carroll said, and went out hurriedly, leaving Allbright standing staring in amazement. There had been something in his employer's manner which he did not understand. He stood a second, then presently made free to take up a copy of the Wall Street edition of the Sun, and sit down to glance over the panic reports.
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