CHAPTER V.
"Farewell, God knows when we shall meet again." -- Shakespeare.
The next morning the captain and Max were out together on the beach before Violet and the little girls had left their rooms.

The lad liked to be alone with his father sometimes.

He had always been proud and fond of him, and the past few months of constant intercourse had greatly strengthened the bonds of affection between them.

The boy's heart was sore at thought of the parting that must soon come, the captain's hardly less so.

He talked very kindly with his son, urging him to make the best use of his time, talents and opportunities, and grow up to be a good, honorable and useful man.
"I want to be just such a man as you are, papa," Max said, with an admiring, affectionate look up into his father's face, and slipping his hand into his as he spoke.
The captain clasped the hand lovingly in his, and held it fast.
"I hope you will be a better and more talented man, my boy," he said, "but always remember my most ardent wish is to see you a truly good man, a Christian, serving God with all your powers." At this moment a voice behind them said, "Good-mornin', cap'n.