I realised that he must be economising out of the little tips he got from me. I was much touched by his story, and promised to make inquiries.
The matter would depend on the baggage-master. He did not put in an appearance just then. Bouillon asked me about the matter again. I mentioned it casually to Henriot who sent me to the captain. He greeted me affably, and I laid the matter before him. He called me back. He had learnt, he said, of my brother's death, and he expressed his sympathy for me. He added that he had watched me at work. "I'm glad to see you've been making yourself useful."
As for the money order, he undertook to see that it got to its destination, solemnly took the girl's address, and handed me a receipt.
When he got it, Bouillon turned it over and over, and asked me what it meant.
The little sum had been doubled by me and doubled again by the captain.
His tanned face contracted; and tears glistened in the corners of his big eyes. He stammered in his effort to thank me.
"Oh! R-r-rooky!"
I gave him a smack on the shoulder, and told him—and how sincerely I meant it—that we owed him a hundred times more!