"Well, then, keep her on that tack--keep her on that tack. If you answer for the rudder, we'll go home. What do you think she'd fetch as she swims?"
"Fittings and all?"
He looked round at the superbly-fitted and furnished cabin.
"Yes. Just as she swims. We'd take our personal baggage ashore, and sell all the rest."
"She's worth thirty pounds a ton builder's measurement, although, if she was a merchant ship, she would now be off the letter. Thirty pounds a ton, if she's worth a sovereign."
"Then I tell you, Drew, we three have been shipmates many years now, and you shall have the old Seabird as she stands; and if you don't want to better yourself--you are too young a man to retire--you shall get us a new and a better boat, and be our captain still."
"Your grace, I shall be glad to command your new yacht. I am very proud to think you have still confidence in me, notwithstanding my oversight of the rudder----"
"The fullest confidence, Drew. As you say, there was that seat in the way."
"But, your grace, I could scarcely bring myself to take a present of the Seabird----"
"But you shall take a present of it. Neither I nor my son want her any more."