“A bright-looking lad like you ought to find something better. Please accept this.”
He drew from his vest pocket a two-dollar bill, which he placed in Robert’s hand.
“What!” exclaimed our young hero in astonishment. “All this for saving your hat? It is quite too much, sir.”
Mr. Tudor smiled.
“You will no doubt be surprised,” he said, “when I tell you that my hat cost me fifty dollars. It is a very fine Panama.”
“Fifty dollars!” ejaculated Robert.
He had not supposed it worth two.
“So you see it is worth something to save it, and I should undoubtedly have lost it but for you.”
“I am very much obliged to you, sir,” said Robert. “I wouldn’t accept the money if it were for myself, but it will be very acceptable to my aunt.”
“I suppose your uncle does not find fishing very remunerative?”