“Yes,” replied the agent, “She is still and what’s more, she is remaining here.”
“What do you mean?” asked Paul.
“Well, the ship now belongs to you boys.”
The statement knocked the breath out of them. Suddenly they all exploded simultaneously and shouted questions. “What do you mean she is ours?”
“How?”
“Why?”
“How come? Tell us.”
Tom Woods smiled. “Just what I said, fellows. She is yours and don’t ask questions.”
“Hooray! Hooray for Mr. Woods!” cried Nuthin’.
And the boys cheered him lustily and vigorously.