Scudamore, who understood his man, obeyed; and Tugwell came to his bearings on a clump of fern before him.
"How much will Government pay the chaps as fetches her out of that snug little berth?
For division to self and partners, how much?
For division to self and family, how much ?" "I have thought about that," the lieutenant answered, with little surprise at the question, but much at the secrecy thrown around it; "and I think it would be very unsafe to count upon getting a penny beyond the Admiral's terms--double pay for the day that we float her." Captain Zebedee shook his head, and the golden sheaf of his Olympian beard ruffled and crisped, as to an adverse wind.
"Can't a'most believe it," he replied, with his bright eyes steadily settled on Scudamore's; "the English country, as I belongs to, can't quite 'a coom to that yet!" "I fear that it has indeed," Blyth answered, very gravely; "at least I am sure of this, Master Tugwell, that you must not look forward to any bounty, bonus, or premium, or whatever it is called, from the Authorities who should provide it.

But for myself, and the difference it will make to me whether we succeed or fail, I shall be happy, and will give my word, to send you 50 pounds, to be divided at your discretion among the smacks.

I mean, of course, as soon as I get paid." Scudamore was frightened by the size of his own promise; for he had never yet owned 50 pounds in the solid.

And then he was scared at the wholesale loss of so large a sum to his mother.
"Never fear, lad," honest Tugwell replied, for the young man's face was fair to read; "we'll not take a farden of thy hard airnings, not a brass farden, so help me Bob! Gentlefolks has so much call for money, as none of us know nothing of.

And thou hast helped to save all the lot of us from Frenchies, and been the most forwardest, as I hear tell.