You see I have twenty dollars here, and I would like to give you the whole of it." "Not a cent, sonny.

I ain't a heathen.

That schooner ahead is bound for Boston, I reckon." "I shall be sorry to part with you, Mr.Ray." "Just my sentiment.

I hain't seen a youngster afore for many a day that I took a fancy to, and I hate to let you go." "We shall meet again." "I hope so." "Please to take this money." "No;" and Sam shook his head so resolutely that Bobby gave up the point.
As Sam had conjectured, the lumber schooner was bound to Boston.

Her captain readily agreed to take our hero on board, and he sadly bade adieu to his kind friend.
"Good by, Mr.Ray," said Bobby, as the schooner filled away.