“Where is the boat?” demanded Mr. Williams.
“She is just in the cove above, sir. I suppose, then, she doesn’t belong to me,” I added, with a sinking heart.
“Hardly, young man; unless you want to pay four hundred dollars for her.”
“I couldn’t pay four hundred cents.”
Considerably downcast, I led the way to where the Catch Me rode at anchor.
All my high hopes concerning her and what I might realize by a sale melted away.
“Then you didn’t take her on purpose?” asked Pointer, as we walked along.
“Certainly not,” I replied. “I thought she was my property.”
“It’s quite likely men are giving away such valuable presents,” sneered the man who had not yet spoken.