"Everybody does not do his duty in such a trying time as that was, Paul. But I have not said a word about paying you."
"I know you have not, sir; but I suppose that is what you mean."
"I mean nothing of the kind, my boy. I could not pay you. There lies the Flyaway," continued the Captain, pointing to his beautiful yacht; "she cost me six thousand dollars. If I were called upon to decide which I would lose, Carrie or the Flyaway, which should I choose?"
"The Flyaway, of course."
"Then the Flyaway would have been but a small compensation for my child. Nay, if I were called upon to decide between my child and all I am worth in the world, I would sacrifice all my earthly possessions for her. Then, if I paid you all I could pay you, it would be all I have, Paul. You will not, therefore, consider this boat as a reward for saving Carrie's life."
"I didn't mean that, sir," stammered Paul, "but——"
"But you thought I meant it. I did not. I shall never be able to discharge the debt of gratitude I owe you."
"We will call it square, if you please, sir," said John.
"We will not, my fine fellow," added the Captain, laughing at John's matter-of-fact speech. "I had been thinking of making you a present of a boat before this event happened, Paul; but I confess, the gift was hastened by your daring act. The long and the short of the whole matter is, that we will consider the Fawn a memorial of the rescue of Carrie, and not a reward. She is a strong, well-built, and safe boat, and I think will just answer your purpose. By the way, how do you like her name?"
"First rate, sir."