"I don't believe you will," returned Molloy, also rising, and giving full vent to a sympathetic and vociferous yawn.  "Hows'ever, w'en a young feller insists on havin' his way, it's best to give him plenty of cable and let him swing.  He's sure to find out his mistake by experience.  But look ye here, Miles, I've took a fancy to you, an' I'd be sorry to think you was in difficulties.  If," he continued, thrusting a hand into his breeches-pocket, and bringing up therefrom a mass of mixed gold, silver, and copper--"if you don't objec' to accep' of a loan of--"