"Yes. That's the mate of my father's steam yacht. Probably father sent him for me. Well, I'll have to say good-by. I hope I'll see you again."
"I hope so, too, especially if you have any more boats you want saved. I'm afraid five dollars is too much."
"Not a bit. Take it and welcome."
"It's more than I could earn in a week," went on Nat as he carefully folded the bill and placed it in his pocket. "All the same, I think I'll try for a job here now. It looks as if they needed lots of hands, because the boat is late."
Bidding John Scanlon good-by Nat turned back to the freight office, in front of which there was now only a small throng looking for employment.
CHAPTER II
A CRY FOR HELP
Owing to the time he had spent talking to the young man whose boat he saved, Nat lost a chance of getting work in helping to unload the steamer. Still he did help to carry some freight to the waiting trucks and drays, and for this he received fifty cents. But as he had five dollars, he did not mind the small sum paid him by the freight agent.
"You weren't around as early as usual," remarked that official as he observed Nat. "You usually make more than this."
"I know it, but I had a job that paid me better," and our hero told about the boat incident.