"Surely you cannot mean this, Captain Shivernock?" exclaimed the amazed young man.
"Can't I? Do you think I'm a lunatic?" stormed the captain.
Donald did think so, but he was not so imprudent as to say it.
"I can't pay you three hundred dollars for the boat," pleaded he.
"Nobody asked you to pay a red cent. The boat is yours. If you don't want her, sell her to the first man who is fool enough to buy her. That's all."
"I'm very grateful to you for your kindness, Captain Shivernock; and I hope—"
"All stuff!" interposed the strange man, savagely. "You are like the rest of the world, and next week you would be as ready to kick me as any other man would be, if you dared to do so. You needn't stop any longer to talk that sort of bosh to me. It will do for Sunday Schools and prayer meetings."
"But I am really—"
"No matter if you are really. Shut up!"
"I hope I shall be able to do something to serve you."