Bin all round the world an' aint above shakin' the hand of an old fellow like me.

That's what I like." Again and again the old boatman shook Tite's hand, and gave expression to such sentiments of joy as showed how true and honest was his heart.
"Yes, this is me, Jack, and I am as glad to see you as you are to see me.

But I wanted to get across without being recognized." [Illustration: "Wouldn't take it amiss, would you," said he, "if a man like me was to ask what your name was ?" Page 266.] The old boatman felt in his pocket, and drawing forth the two Spanish dollars, insisted on returning them.

"Them goes back into your pocket," he said, shaking his head, "Never shall be said Jack Flint charged an old comrade a sixpence for settin' him across stream." "Keep it, keep it, Jack.

I have enough for both of us," replied Tite, motioning his hand for the boatman to return the money to his pocket.
"Well, if you insist--an' I have to accept it, you see, it'll be out of respect and to please you." And he looked at the money doubtingly, shook his head, and reluctantly returned it to his pocket.
The man now resumed his oar, and they proceeded on with increased speed.
In less than half an hour from that time, they had landed at Nyack, and proceeding up the road had reached Bright's Inn, the two boatmen carrying the valise.