pon 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 gratitude 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 ashore 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
space 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
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