Isn't that so, John ?" "Exactly," John nodded.
"Since you were away," Charlie began again, "I've bought the prettiest yawl you ever set eyes on--the _Flamingo_--forty-five over all, and this time the very fastest boat in the harbour.

Yes! she's faster even than the _Susan B._ Now, I've a holiday due me in about a fortnight.

Say the word, and the _Flamingo's_ yours for a couple of months, and her captain too.

I make only that one condition." "All right, Charlie," I agreed, "he's yours." Whereat Charlie shot out a huge paw like a shoulder of mutton, and grabbed my hand with as much fervour as though I had saved his life, or done him some other unimaginable kindness.

And, as he did so, his old broad sweet smile came back again.