"I shan't do anything, Dick. Why, he isn't the same chap he used to be. He's as meek as any fellow I ever met."
In the end nobody prosecuted Dan Baxter, and he was allowed to go his own way. The Rovers talked the matter over and one day they sent for the former bully and asked him how much money he had on hand.
"I've got exactly two dollars and a quarter," was the answer. "I am looking for work, but I haven't found anything yet," and Baxter's face grew red and he hung his head.
"We have made up a purse for you, Dan," said Dick, kindly. "Those folks who owned the yacht gave us ten thousand dollars for bringing her in safely. I have had a talk with our crowd, and we are going to stake you for a fresh start."
So speaking, Dick handed out a new pocketbook. But Dan Baxter put his hands behind him.
"Thank you very, very much," he said, huskily, "but I don't want you to—to give me a cent—not a cent, understand? If you want to make me a loan, well and good. But I shan't take it if it's a gift"
"Well, we'll call it a loan then," said Tom, who stood by.
"And you can pay up whenever you please," added Sam.
