"Mine?" said Jason.
"I meant it for my son," said Stephen Orry. He spoke in his broken English, but let us take the words out of his mouth. "It's yours now, my lad. Fourteen years I've been gathering it, meaning it for my son. Little I thought to part with it to a stranger, but it's yours, for you've earned it."
"No, no," said Jason. "I've earned nothing."
"You tried to save my life," said Stephen Orry.
"I couldn't help doing that," said Jason, "and I want no pay."
"But it's two hundred pounds, my lad."
"No matter."
"Then how much have you got?"
"Nothing."
"Has the wreck taken all?"