"Oh, some fool."
"You?"
"What! d'ye call me a fool?" the captain roared, looking so fierce that
Rod shrank back a step.
"No, no, no. I didn't mean that. I only, I only——"
"I know, lad, I know," and the captain laughed heartily. "Ye didn't mean any harm. Yes, I made her years ago fer another boy. She's been lyin' here a long time, and so t'other day I got her down, cleaned her up, and put on new sails, thinkin' that perhaps ye might like her."
"What! For me?" Rod asked in surprise.
"Sure, if ye'd like to have her."
Would Rod like to have her? His eyes sparkled, and his hands trembled with excitement as he examined his treasure. What a wonder it was.
"What's her name?" he asked.
"The Flyin' Queen, after the schooner I lost."