Seating himself upon a stone, the captain spread out the bills upon his
knee, by fifties and hundreds.

"A thousand dollars!" he gasped, when he had finished. His hands
trembled, and his body shook from the vehemence of his emotion.
"Jimmy----" It was all he could say.

"There, there, dad, that will do," and the son laid his right hand
affectionately upon his father's shoulder. "When you want any more,
let me know. But don't give that girl a hint where that money came
from. Tell her a friend gave it, see? Come, now, let's get home.
Mother will be waiting tea for us."

The captain said very little during supper, and when the meal was over,
he sat smoking for some time in deep thought. Then he laid aside his
pipe, and went to Whyn's room. He knocked gently upon the door before
entering. The girl gave him a wan smile of greeting, and reached out
her thin hand. The captain held it for awhile, and Whyn was content to
let it remain there.

"How are ye feelin', little one?" he asked.

"Tired," was the reply. "But mamma is coming to-morrow, and I must be
better when she is here."

"Sure, sure. But we're goin' to have ye better all the time soon, so
keep up courage."

"I'm afraid not," and Whyn gazed sadly and thoughtfully toward the
window where the westering sun was casting its beams. "I shall never