Tears began to come into the eyes of Tom Myers and his brother George.
"What are they to do ?" asked the purser of the captain.

"Buy tickets for Savannah ?" "We can't do that," said Scott, quickly.

"We haven't any money." "I don't know what they're to do," replied the captain.

"I'd like to chuck 'em overboard." And with this agreeable little speech he walked away.
The purser now took the two tickets for Rectus and myself, and saying: "We'll see what's to be done with the rest of you fellows," he walked away, too.
Then we all looked at one another.

We were a pretty pale lot, and I believe that Rectus and I, who were all right, felt almost as badly as the four other boys, who were all wrong.
"We _can't_ go to Savannah!" said Harry Alden.