“I think it was a good deal. If my son had gone down I would never have wanted to go back. All of us owe you a deep debt of gratitude.”
“Yes, indeed!” burst out Mrs. Markham. “What would I have done without my precious Willie?” And she strained the little fellow to her breast.
The situation was both novel and uncomfortable for me. I had but done my duty, and I didn’t see the use of making such a fuss over it.
“Where are you bound?” I asked, by way of changing the subject.
“We started for a trip down the lake about an hour ago,” replied Mr. Markham. “Will you take us back to Bayport?”
“Certainly; that is just where I am bound. But what do you intend to do with your sloop?”
“Leave her adrift. I never want to see the craft again.” And Mr. Markham shuddered.
“She can easily be righted,” I went on.
“If you want her, you may have her. I will pay the present owner what she is worth.”