“Thechoiceisyours，gentlemen。”saidI，“and，Ibelieve，theeagerness。IamnotyetsurethatIhaveanythinginyourway；
evenifIhave，thereareahundredthingstobeconsidered；andIassureyouitisnotatallmyhabittodobusinesswithapistoltomyhead。”
“Thatisallveryproper，Mr。Dodd；thereisnowishtocoerceyou，believeme。”saidFowler；“only，pleaseconsiderourposition。Itisreallydangerous；wewerenottheonlypeopletoseeyourschooneroffWaimanolo。”
“Mr。Fowler。”Ireplied，“Iwasnotbornyesterday。Willyouallowmetoexpressanopinion，inwhichImaybequitewrong，buttowhichIamentirelywedded？Ifthecustom-houseofficershadbeencoming，theywouldhavebeenherenow。Inotherwords，somebodyisworkingtheoracle，andforagoodguess
hisnameisFowler。”