We have voted our money away." "For the fleet ?" "No; we have given that up." "Indeed! Given it up ?" exclaimed Frank, not a little surprised at this declaration.
"Fact, Frank!" "Something new has turned up, then ?" "Let us lash boats to keep us from drifting apart, and I will tell you all about it." The two boats were fastened together fore and aft, and Tony proceeded to tell the story of Little Paul's father.

He spoke loud enough for all the Zephyrs to hear him, and as his heart warmed towards Mr.Munroe in his misfortunes, his eyes dilated, and his gestures were as apt and energetic as though he had been an orator all his lifetime.
"I see what you have done with your money," said Frank, as the speaker paused at the close of the narrative.

"It was like you, Tony--noble and generous!" "We gave all our money for the relief of Mr.Munroe; but I didn't even suggest the thing to the fellows.

Henry Brown made the motion, and it was a unanimous vote." "Bravo, Butterflies!" "Have you given up the fleet ?" asked Tim Bunker, whose face was the only one which did not glow with satisfaction.
"Yes." "There is more fun in helping a poor man out of trouble than in working a fleet," added Henry Brown.
"So I say," put in Dick Chester.
"Humph!" grunted Tim.
"But, Tony, you said the note was five hundred dollars--didn't you ?" asked Frank.
"I did." "And you have only four hundred ?" "That's all;" and Tony's eyes rekindled with delight at the anticipation of what the Zephyrs would do.
"You hear that, fellows." "Would a motion be in order now ?" asked Charles Hardy.
"Hold your tongue, you fool!" said Tim Bunker, in a low tone.

"We can get another boat with our money, and you shall be coxswain of it." Charles looked at him.
"A motion would be in order; at least we can _make_ it in order," replied Frank.
But Charles hesitated.