ayes," he added, turning upon the Pilot, "I
think you've been doing an injustice, sir; a gross injustice."

"Personally," replied the Pilot, "I don't intend to receive a pennyworth
o' benefit from that money. If the gal likes to be a lady now, there's
nothing to stop her; but I don't share in the spending o' that money,
not in a penny of it. Of that I'm determined."

"You're a contumacious, cantankerous old barnacle," retorted Sartoris,
"that's what you are. It'd serve you right if your daughter was to cut
the painter and cast you adrift, and leave you to sink or swim."

"We can very well settle that point by and by, Sartoris. The present
question is, Shall we bail out young Scarlett, or not? I put it to you,
Rosebud. Here's all this money--what are you going to do with it? If you
go bail for Scarlett and he runs away, you'll lose it. If he stands his
trial, then you'll get it all back and have the knowledge, I believe,
that you helped an innocent man. Which will you do?"

"I couldn't hesitate," replied Rose. "I'm sure Mr. Scarlett wouldn't
commit such a dreadful crime as that he's charged with. I--I--feel," her
breath caught in her throat, and she gave vent to something very like a
sob, "I should be glad to do anything to get him out of prison."

"Quite right, quite right!" thundered the old Pilot. "There speaks my
gal, Sartoris; there speaks my dar'ter, Rosebud!" Rising from his chair,
he kissed her heartily, and stood, regarding her with pride and
pleasure.

"My dear young lady," said Sartoris, as he took Rose's hand in his, and
warmly pressed it, "it does you great honour. Young Mr. Scarlett an' me
was shipmates; we was wrecked together. I know that lad better than I
know my own brother--and, I say, you may safely back your opinion of him
to any amount."

"Get my hat, gal," said the Pilot. "We'll be going."

And so, after she had hastily performed her toilet, Rose walked into
town, with the two old sea-dogs as an escort.

First, they went to the Kangaroo Bank, where the Pilot placed the sheaf
of deposit receipts on the manager's table, and said, "It comes to
something over ten thousand pound, sir. What we want to know is, will
you allow my dar'ter to draw five or ten thousand, and no questions
asked?"

"Ah--really," said Mr. Tomkinson, "it would be most unusual. These
deposits are made for a term, and the rule of the bank is that they
can't be drawn against."

"Then what is the good of all this money to