Whyn, eh?"

"Oh, yes. I don't want her to die."

"Neither do I, lad. Neither do I. But what are we goin' to do? Tell me
that."

"Help her, captain. The scouts can do it. We've got money, and why
shouldn't we give it for Whyn's sake?"

"What, take the money we've earned?"

"Yes. We've nearly four hundred dollars."

"But what about the prize, Rod?"

"Oh, we can get along without that, but we can't do without Whyn."

"Ye're right there, lad," and a mistiness came into the captain's eyes.
"But it'll take a lot of money to send her to that specialist. Four
hundred dollars won't go very far."

"But it will help," Rod urged. "It will be our good turn, anyway. And
say, captain, wouldn't you do a great deal for Whyn?"

"Sure, lad, indeed I would. Do almost anything, in fact."

"Well, then, suppose you sell the _Roaring Bess_."

"Sell my boat!" This was almost too much for the captain.