"Well, I was mistaken!" said Tom, in a low voice, turning away his head to hide the tears that started to his eyes.
"You were mistaken!" repeated Mr. Graves, who little imagined what Tom was trying to get at.
"Yes, I haven't got a red cent."
"Why, is that the cause of your trouble?" asked the boat-builder, with another laugh. "That is very easily got over. Go to your father and ask him for seventy-five cents, or a dollar, and, if he thinks you need it, I know you'll get it."
"O, now, I want more than that!" drawled Tom. "A dollar would be of no use to me!"
"But what has all this got to do with the Storm King?" asked Mr. Graves.
"It's got a great deal to do with it. I can't own the sloop till I pay for her, can I?"
"Of course not!"
"Well, how can I pay for her without money? I am dead broke!"