"They're My
Followers. They belong to My Family. I tell you, they
come expensive, though; you can't fill up all these
retainers on tinned salmon for nothing; but whenever I
could get it, I would give 'em squid. Squid's good for
natives, but I don't care for it, do you?--or shark
either. It's like the working classes at home. With
copra at the price it is, they ought to be willing to
bear their share of the loss; and so I've told them
again and again. I think it's a man's duty to open
their minds, and I try to, but you can't get political
economy into them; it doesn't seem to reach their
intelligence."
There was an expression still sticking in Carthew's
memory, and he returned upon it with a smile. "Talking
of political economy," said he, "you said if there were
two of us to bear the expense, the profits would
increase. How do you make out that?"
"I'll show you! I'll figure it out for you!" cried
Hadden, and with a pencil on the back of the bill of
fare proceeded to perform miracles. He was a man, or
let us rather say a lad, of unusual projective power.
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