Nor does the court expect him to.
Something like an equable division is what they try to award." "Yes, sir," murmured Steve nervously.

"Yes, sir.

Would you mind--" "You said something yesterday about a thousand dollars, and I told you you might expect that much, didn't I ?" Steve nodded silently.
"Well--" The lawyer took up a sheet of creased yellow paper from the desk and ran his eyes along the message thereon.

"Well, I've got to tell you they don't offer you a thousand, boys." "Oh!" murmured Steve.
"Don't they ?" gasped Joe weakly.
"Then what--" began Wink dejectedly.
"They offer you--" Mr.Hyatt leaned forward in the protesting chair and held the telegram toward Steve--"they offer you four thousand, seven hundred and sixty-one dollars, young gentlemen." * * * * * Isn't this a good place to end our story?
I might tell how they wired the good news to Neil, and how they set forth that afternoon for New York, and how, after a jolly but uneventful trip, the two boats parted company off Bay Shore, and how the _Adventurer_, having done her best to deserve the name she bore, at last sidled up to a slip in the yacht basin and discharged her crew.

And I might depict the awed delight with which, two days later, Steve, Joe and Phil gazed upon a narrow strip of green paper bearing the wonderful legend "Four Thousand Seven Hundred Sixty-one Dollars." But we set out in search of adventures, and we have reached the last of them, and so the chronicle should end.