Then the captain looked at Thad, sizing him up from the crown of his head to his toes, after which he thrust out his hand and said heartily: 

“Tip us your fin, Thad, my lad.  It would be cruelty to separate two such good shanty-boat mates as you.  I’ll find something for you to do aboard, and by thunder you’ll see the world together.  That cruise was immense, and I’d have enjoyed nothing better myself than to have been along with you.  I expect to hear many a yarn concerning those happenings as we sail across the big pond; for our next port call is going to be Liverpool, where we take on a cargo for Australia, and then to Japan, so you see before you’re a year older both of you may have gone almost around the world; for we’re likely to bring up at ’Frisco.  Thad, consider that you’re as good as booked for the trip.  And now go about your business for a time.  Here, Maurice, take this little amount for expenses, and be back on board by evening.  Tomorrow I’ll start you in at your work under my present man, who is quitting us by the time we leave Orleans.”

Maurice could hardly find words to thank him, and Thad was in the same boat; but then the old sea-dog understood boys, and he knew just how they felt, so that as each of them shook hands with him and looked mutely in his face he only grinned and nodded and said: 

“I know all about it, lads, how you feel.  But you’ve made me happier than you are yourselves.  I was beginning to get into a rut, and seemed to have nothing to live for.  The sight of you, my boy, has made me ten years younger.  Bun along now, and don’t get into any mischief; but I can see with one eye that neither of you have any use for grog, and there’s little chance for trouble when that is avoided.”

They went ashore with light hearts; indeed, it seemed as though they must be treading on air, and they could hardly refrain from hugging each other, the world looked so bright in their eyes.

It was a ten dollar bill the rugged old captain had thrust into the hand of Maurice; and one of the first things he did was to go to a photographer and have some prints made of the films exposed during the latter part of the voyage; for already he was feeling some signs of homesickness in connection with the poor old Tramp, and desirous of showing his uncle what a “bully old floater” she was, as Thad said.

What they did not do the balance of the day would be easier to tell than any attempt to describe the many things they saw and experienced; but taken in all it was a red letter time, never to be forgotten.

The future beckoned with enticing fingers, and the horizon looked red with the glowing promise of hope; but at the same time as they glanced backward they would always have tender feelings for every memory connected with that river trip, and the shanty-boat on which the voyage had been made.

The end.