Sam Ray, and felt as much at
home as though he had been "cradled upon the briny deep." There was an
excitement in the scene which accorded with his nature, and the perils
which he had so painfully pictured on the preceding night were all
born into the most lively joys.

They ate their dinners from the provision box; Sam lighted his pipe,
and many a tale he told of adventure by sea and land. Bobby felt
happy, and almost dreaded the idea of parting with his rough but
good-hearted friend. They were now far out at sea, and the night was
coming on.

"Now, sonny, you had better turn in and take a snooze; you didn't rest
much last night."

"I am not sleepy; but there is one thing I will do;" and Bobby drew
from his secret receptacle his roll of bills.

"Put them up, sonny," said Sam.

"I want to make you a present of ten dollars."

"You can't do it."

"Nay, but to please me."

"No, sir!"

"Well, then, let me send it to your good wife."

"You can't do that, nuther," replied Sam, gazing earnestly at a
lumber-laden schooner ahead of him.

"You must; your good heart made you lose five dollars, and I insist
upon making it up to you."

"You can't do it."

"I shall feel bad if you don't take it. You see I have twenty dollars
here, and I would like to give you the whole of it."

"Not a cent, sonny. I ain't a heathen. That schooner ahead is bound
for Boston, I reckon."

"I shall be sorry to part with you, Mr. Ray."

"Just my sentiment. I hain't seen a youngster afore for many a day
that I took a fancy to, and I hate to let you go."

"We shall meet again."

"I hope so."

"Please to take this money."

"No;" and Sam shook his head so resolutely that Bobby gave up the
point.

As Sam had conjectured, the lumber schooner was bound to Boston. Her
captain readily agreed to take our hero on board, and he sadly bade
adieu to his kind friend.

"Good by, Mr. Ray," said Bobby, as the schooner filled away. "Take
this to remember me by."

It was his jackknife; but Sam did not discover the ten dollar bill,
which was shut beneath the blade, till it was too late to return it.

Bobby did not cease to wave his hat to Sam till his little craft
disappeared in the darkness.

CHAPTER XX

IN WHICH THE CLOUDS BLOW OVER, AND BOBBY IS HIMSELF AGAIN

Fortunately for Bobby, the wind began to blow very heavily soon after
he went on board of the lumber schooner, so that the captain was too
much engaged in working his v