"It need not; take it, Lawry, for you will want money to provision your boat in the morning."
Captain Lawry took it, though it seemed to burn his fingers.
"Now, my boy, you shall have your own way. I will force nothing more on you, except what I fairly owe you, and you shall make your fortune without any help or hindrance from anybody."
"I owe you now—-"
"Silence, Lawry!" laughed Mr. Sherwood. "There comes your second fireman."
As the man came down the gangplank, he handed Mr. Sherwood a long package, done up in brown paper.
"One thing more, Lawry," said his munificent friend, as he led the way to the engine-room, which was lighted by a lantern. "Will you let me put this sign up over the front windows in the wheel-house?"
"Certainly, sir. What is it?"
"It is the motto of the steamer, and fully explains how I lost the boat," replied Mr. Sherwood, as he unrolled the package.
It was a small sign, about three feet in length, elegantly painted and gilded, on which was the motto: