"Yes, Paul, you shall hereafter be the skipper of the Fawn," repeated Captain Littleton.
"And I shall be first mate!" exclaimed John, jumping up and clapping his hands with rapture.
"Yes, and you shall be first mate, John; for I have not forgotten that a part of my debt of grat.i.tude for the rescue of my daughter is in your favor, my fine fellow. The Fawn shall be owned between you."
"Thank you, sir," replied John; "but it was Paul that saved Carrie."
"If you had not handled the old boat well, Paul could not have saved her. You are fairly ent.i.tled to a share of the honor of that n.o.ble exploit."
"But, Captain Littleton," interposed Paul, "I do not want to be paid for what I did. It was only my duty to save Carrie."
"Everybody does not do his duty in such a trying time as that was, Paul. But I have not said a word about paying you."
"I know you have not, sir; but I suppose that is what you mean."
"I mean nothing of the kind, my boy. I could not pay you. There lies the Flyaway," continued the Captain, pointing to his beautiful yacht; "she cost me six thousand dollars. If I were called upon to decide which I would lose, Carrie or the Flyaway, which should I choose?"
"The Flyaway, of course."
"Then the Flyaway would have been but a small compensation for my child.
Nay, if I were called upon to decide between my child and all I am worth in the world, I would sacrifice all my earthly possessions for her.
Then, if I paid you all I could pay you, it would be all I have, Paul.
You will not, therefore, consider this boat as a reward for saving Carrie"s life."
"I didn"t mean that, sir," stammered Paul, "but----"
"But you thought I meant it. I did not. I shall never be able to discharge the debt of grat.i.tude I owe you."
"We will call it square, if you please, sir," said John.
"We will not, my fine fellow," added the Captain, laughing at John"s matter-of-fact speech. "I had been thinking of making you a present of a boat before this event happened, Paul; but I confess, the gift was hastened by your daring act. The long and the short of the whole matter is, that we will consider the Fawn a memorial of the rescue of Carrie, and not a reward. She is a strong, well-built, and safe boat, and I think will just answer your purpose. By the way, how do you like her name?"
"First rate, sir."
"I think I heard you suggest that name for a boat once."
"It is just the name I should have given her," replied Paul, so excited by the extraordinary event of the hour, that he could hardly keep his seat.
"I am glad, then, that she suits you in every respect. Now, if you will put me ash.o.r.e near my house, I will leave the Fawn and her owners to their future destiny."
Paul landed Captain Littleton on the pier behind his house, and after pouring out his thanks for the magnificent gift, they parted company.
The Fawn was headed away from the rocks, and again stood out into the bay before the fresh breeze.
"I say, Paul, isn"t this a stunner?" exclaimed John, suddenly jumping up from his seat, after he had remained silent and motionless for the full s.p.a.ce of five minutes--a most extraordinary occurrence with him.
"What do you mean by a "stunner," John," asked Paul, with dignity.
"Well, what a--what a--what a thundering thing this is!" sputtered John. "Only to think----"
"I wish you wouldn"t use those slang phrases. You let them out before Captain Littleton, just as though he were one of the fellows."
"He"s one of "em, anyhow. He"s a trump!"
"Will you quit using slang words?"
"I"ll try."
It must not be supposed that Paul was always so particular in regard to the choice of words; but at the present time, the idea of being owner of such a craft as the Fawn, and being the friend of such a man as Captain Littleton, inspired him with a dignity he did not always possess.
"Talk like a gentleman, if you can, now there is some prospect of your becoming one," continued Paul.
"I will try; but I want to talk about the boat now. Isn"t she a--a beauty! I should like to try her with the s...o...b..rd."
"Very likely we may have a chance. She"s too good to go a fishing with,"
said Paul, glancing around him at the cushioned seats in the standing room.
"It won"t hurt her any; we can take the cushions out when we fish."
"We must use her for that, I suppose. But Jack Starr lets his boat, which is not half as good as this, for four dollars a day. Perhaps we can do a little business of this kind."
"Very likely we can; folks always want to go down in the best boat."
"We can suit them, then. Where are you going now, Paul?"
"I am going to run in, and let mother see her."
"Good! Won"t her eyes stick out?"
"She will be surprised," replied Paul, in tones of gentle rebuke.
The Fawn was run carefully upon the beach, and John was despatched for his mother. While he is absent, we will improve the opportunity to give our young readers a better idea of the new boat than they have yet obtained. She was about eighteen feet long, and very broad for her length. Her bow was very sharp, and her build combined the advantages of being a safe boat and a fast sailer. She was schooner-rigged, carrying a jib, foresail, and mainsail; and there was a staysail in the cuddy for use when the wind was light.
The deck of the Fawn extended over about half her length, and under it was a cuddy, or small cabin, containing two berths, both of which were furnished with proper bedding. There were four lockers, or closets, accessible from the standing room, where the boys could keep their fish lines, knives, spare ropes, and other articles required on board.
The Fawn was rather large for a boy of Paul"s age to handle, but as this fault would be corrected in a year or two, Captain Littleton thought it would be well to prepare for the future as well as the present. But the rigging was so arranged that the new boat was hardly more difficult to manage than the old one, and she was capable of saving at least one half the time which the Blowout occupied in going to and returning from the fishing ground.
While John was absent, Paul again examined every part of the Fawn. He looked into all the lockers, sounded the copper air-chambers, lay down upon each of the berths, and hoisted the mainsail, just to see how easily it could be done. The examination was satisfactory in every respect.
"Mother, mother!" shouted John, as he rushed breathless into the house, where Mrs. Duncan was getting tea; "come down to the beach just as quick as ever you can."
"What is the matter, John? What has happened?" asked Mrs. Duncan, alarmed by his earnest manner.
"Come down quick, mother; don"t stop a minute!"
"What has happened?"
"Nothing, mother; only come."
"Is anything the matter with Paul?" she inquired, as she hastily grasped her sun-bonnet, and followed John out of the house.