"But what about the prize, and the motorboat?"

"Don't ye worry about sich things. That
matter is all settled. The boys love ye so much that
they're willin' to do anything."

Whyn lay very still for awhile, her eyes moist with tears. The
captain, sitting by her side, watched her in silence.

"It is too much for them to do," the girl at last murmured.

"Oh, not at all," the captain replied. "They are only lendin' ye the
money, and ye kin pay them back when ye git well and write that book of
yours."

"How lovely that will be!" and Whyn clasped her hands before her in
delight, something like her old manner. "It will take some time,
though. But I shall do it, and the first money I get shall go to the
scouts."

Suddenly an expression of anxiety came into her eyes as she fixed them
full upon the captain's face.

"What is it, little one?" he asked.

"But the scouts won't have enough money, will they?" she enquired.

"Hardly enough, Whyn. But a kind friend has given some to help out.
He doesn't want ye to know his name, and will it worry ye much if I