The captain plainly took heart, and flushing still redder at so much praise and good will, stood now at ease, chuckling.
"Most men," he began, when there came a lull, "most men makes a will after they're dead.

That's a shore way o' doing things! Now _I_ want to see the effects, living.

So be 'anged, here goes, right and proper.

To Miss Drake, for her hospital and kiddies, two thousand rupees." In the laughter and friendly uproar, the girl sat dazed.
"What shall I say ?" she whispered, wavering between amusement and distress.

"I can't accept it--" "Nonsense!" grumbled Heywood, with an angry glance.