Herbert gladly obeyed instructions, and, with some difficulty, Andy helped him to land.
“Now, Herbert, go home at once, or you will catch your death of cold,” said Andy.
“I’m much obliged to you,” replied Herbert, shivering. “Here, take that.”
Andy could hardly believe his eyes when the boy, whose life he had saved, offered him a twenty-five cent piece.
“No, thank you!” he said, smiling. “I don’t need any reward.”
“I would rather you would take it.”
“It is quite impossible,” said Andy, shortly. “I advise you to go home as fast as you can.”
“What a mean boy!” exclaimed Mrs. Gordon, when Andy, who came home wet through, told her of the munificent sum offered him.
“I don’t know,” said Andy, smiling. “Herbert understands best the value of his own life. But, mother, now that this has happened, I shall feel quite justified in taking the name of Henry Miller, for I, too, have saved a boy from drowning.”