"It was all my fault, Tim," interposed Fred; "and I will pay for the damage done your boat."
"I guess yer better."
"How much will you take, and call it square?"
"Dollar and a half," growled Tim, glancing at the fractured gunwale.
Fred had not so much money with him, but the sum was immediately raised in the club.
"Now, Tim, we will forgive and forget; what do you say?" asked Fred.
"I don't want nothin' on yer; give me the money, and I don't care what yer do."
Frank ordered the crew to pull up to the Thunderbolt, and Fred handed Tim the money.
"I'll pay yer for this; see 'f I don't," said the unforgiving Bunker as the Zephyr backed away.