Larry held out the round, heavy inflated “doughnut” as half a dozen pocket knives were unclasped and held out to the millionaire.
Taking the long-bladed one Sandy produced, Mr. Everdail advanced.
“Hold on, sir!” Captain Parks stepped forward.
“What’s the matter, Parks?”
“Son, turn that preserver over—let me see the other side.”
Surprised, Larry did as he asked.
They all saw the captain’s face assume an expression of disgust.
“That’s not the life preserver from the Tramp,” he grunted.
“What?”
“You know as well as I do, sir,” the yacht captain turned to his employer to answer his amazed cry, “you know that all the life preservers have the yacht’s name and port painted on them.”