less of it. For all that, I went over to Kandall's place to see what I could pick up, and found Case on the doorstep, cleaning a gun.
"Good shooting here?" says I.
"A 1," says he. "The bush is full of all kinds of birds. I wish copra was as plenty," says he—I thought, slyly—"but there don't seem anything doing."
I could see Black Jack in the store, serving a customer.
"That looks like business, though," said I.
"That's the first sale we've made in three weeks," said he.
"You don't tell me?" says I. "Three weeks? Well, well."
"If you don't believe me," he cries, a little hot, "you can go and look at the copra-house. It's half empty to this blessed hour."
"I shouldn't be much the better for that, you see," says I. "For all I can tell, it might have been whole empty yesterday."
"That's so," says he, with a bit of a laugh.
"By the by," I said, "what sort of a party is that priest? Seems rather a friendly sort."
At this Case laughed right out loud. "Ah! " says he, "I see what ails you now. Galuchet's been at you." Father Galoshes was the name he went by most, but Case always gave it the
