Horry sighed. "Th--those t--t--times w--were f--f--fun, th--though," he said; "g--great--t--test f--f--fun th--that e--ever w--was. N--never c--c--come ag--g--gain, w--will th--they, Ol--Ollie?" "Oh," Ollie replied lazily, grinning, "I don't know. I'd like to run 'em again, right now." "You boys had better not," Sally remarked, with a shake of the head. "Those barrels belong to the firm, you know. You'd be the losers, as well as I--and the Hazen Estate." "'T--t w--w--would b--be m--m--more f--f--fun th--than s--some th--things I kn--n--now ab--b--bout," Horry observed cryptically, "an' l--l--less ex--x--xpen--s--sive." Ollie looked at him and they both grinned and went back to their desks. As may have been inferred, Horry Carling and Ollie Pilcher were, if not members of the firm of John Hazen, Inc., at least stockholders. Harry Carling would have liked to enter the Law School; but being debarred, for obvious reasons, from practising law, he had chosen engineering. Which, it may be remarked in passing, having been chosen rather from reasons of expedience than because he had any natural taste or aptitude in that direction, may not have been a wise choice. Horry, who had gone into what he liked the best and wanted the most, stood a much better chance of making a success of his life. Had not his grandfather been a great ship captain almost all the days of his life? And Ollie's grandfather, too? It was in their blood. If the salt is in a man's blood--or a boy's--it must come out, sooner or later, or engender a ferment which will trouble that man as long as he lives. And Horry and Ollie, having the natural taste for what they were doing and having had a pretty fair training for it all through their boyhood, fitted into the new firm of John Hazen, Inc., like new parts into a machine. It needed only a little polishing by wear for that machine to run as smoothly as it had been running for fifty years.