"How much have you?" asked Paul.
"I don't know," replied Terrill, producing a whole bundle of money orders, with which the students had paid their subscriptions. "Mr. Lowington made a speech to the Young Americans after he returned on board. He told them what we had done, and what we intended to do. The fellows in the ship wanted to have a finger in the pie; and I believe every one of them has put down his twelve guilders."
"I am very glad to hear that; for I pitied the Dutch captain from the bottom of my heart," added Paul.
"All the professors gave twelve guilders, except old Hamblin—"
"Professor Hamblin," interposed Paul, gently rebuking his friend for using that disrespectful appellative.
"Professor Hamblin; but I have no respect for him, and I can't always help speaking what I think. He is a solemn old lunatic, as grouty as a crab that has got aground."
"We will not speak of him," said Paul, mildly.
"Well, they all subscribed except him; and I'm sure I've got more than twelve hundred guilders. Why, even the cooks and stewards gave something."
"I'm glad you have been so fortunate."
"Captain Spunkenfungle's eyes will stick out a foot or two when he hears what we have done for him."