"Everything's turned out all right." But all of a sudden he changed his tune.
"Look here!" said he to me, pulling me on one side; "wont that pilot want to be paid something?
He wont stop his vessel and take us back for nothing, will he ?" I couldn't say anything about this, but I asked the purser, who still stood by us.
"I don't suppose he'll make any regular charge," said he; "but he'll expect you to give him something,--whatever you please." "But we haven't anything," said Scott to me.

"We have our return tickets to Willisville, and that's about all." "Perhaps we can't go back, after all," said Harry, glumly, while Tom Myers and his brother George began to drop their lower jaws again.
I did not believe that the pilot-boat people would ask to see the boys' money before they took them on board; but I couldn't help feeling that it would be pretty hard for them to go ashore at the city and give nothing for their passages but promises, and so I called Rectus on one side, and proposed to lend the fellows some money.

He agreed, and I unpinned a banknote and gave it to Scott.

He was mightily tickled to get it, and vowed he'd send it back to me in the first letter he wrote (and he did it, too).
The pilot-schooner did not come very near us, but she lowered a boat with two men in it, and they rowed up to the steamer.

Some of our sailors let down a pair of stairs, and one of the men in the boat came up to see what was wanted.