"I don't mean to fret myself." And so the matter ended for the present.

The two friends were bearing their ordeal in two such different ways that they might almost have parted company, had there not been another common interest of still greater importance to bind them together.
One day Heathcote came up from the "Tub" at a canter and caught his friend at the chapel door.
"Dick," he said, "it's all out! This bill was sticking on one of the posts by the pier.

It was wet, so I took it off." Dick read--"_L2_ reward.

Lost or stolen from her moorings, on Templeton Strand, on the 4th inst, a lugger-rigged sailing boat, named the _Martha_.

Any one giving information leading to the recovery of the boat--or if stolen, to the conviction of the thief--will receive the above reward.