ROBERT. (_looking at_ ANDREW--_marveling_) Forget a typhoon? (_with a trace of scorn_) You’re a strange combination, Andy. And is what you’ve told me all you remember about it? ANDREW. Oh, I could give you your bellyful of details if I wanted to turn loose on you. It was all-wool-and-a-yard-wide-Hell, I’ll tell you. You ought to have been there. I remember thinking about you at the worst of it, and saying to myself: “This’d cure Rob of them ideas of his about the beautiful sea, if he could see it.” And it would have too, you bet! (_He nods emphatically_). ROBERT. (_dryly_) The sea doesn’t seem to have impressed you very favorably. ANDREW. I should say it didn’t! I’ll never set foot on a ship again if I can help it--except to carry me some place I can’t get to by train. ROBERT. But you studied to become an officer! ANDREW. Had to do something or I’d gone mad. The days were like years. (_He laughs_) And as for the East you used to rave about--well, you ought to see it, and _smell_ it! One walk down one of their filthy narrow streets with the tropic sun beating on it would sicken you for life with the “wonder and mystery” you used to dream of. ROBERT. (_shrinking from his brother with a glance of aversion_) So all you found in the East was a stench? ANDREW. _A_ stench! Ten thousand of them! ROBERT. But you did like some of the places, judging from your letters--Sydney, Buenos Aires---- ANDREW. Yes, Sydney’s a good town. (_Enthusiastically_) But Buenos Aires--there’s the place for you. Argentine’s a country where a fellow has a chance to make good. You’re right I like it. And I’ll tell you, Rob, that’s right where I’m going just as soon as I’ve seen you folks a while and can get a ship. I can get a berth as second officer, and I’ll jump the ship when I get there. I’ll need every cent of the wages Uncle’s paid me to get a start at something in B. A. ROBERT. (_staring at his brother--slowly_) So you’re not going to stay on the farm? ANDREW. Why sure not! Did you think I was? There wouldn’t be any sense. One of us is enough to run this little place. ROBERT. I suppose it does seem small to you now. ANDREW. (_not noticing the sarcasm in_ ROBERT’S _voice_) You’ve no idea, Rob, what a splendid place Argentine is. I had a letter from a marine insurance chap that I’d made friends with in Hong-Kong to his brother, who’s in the grain business in Buenos Aires. He took quite a fancy to me, and what’s more important, he offered me a job if I’d come back there. I’d have taken it on the spot, only I couldn’t leave Uncle Dick in the lurch, and I’d promised you folks to come home. But I’m going back there, you bet, and then you watch me get on! (_He slaps_ ROBERT _on the back_) But don’t you think it’s a big chance, Rob? ROBERT. It’s fine--for you, Andy.