Trevor gave it amid the expostulations of his friends, who asked wonderingly where he expected to keep his new possession, how long he thought Faculty would let him have it, and how he was going to get it home. To all of which Trevor made no reply. Paying the man the first instalment of the money, he seized upon the delighted puppy and strode off, fearful lest the former owner should regret the bargain and change his mind. “Well, of all things!” ejaculated Dick. “Where in thunder will you keep him?” “Don’t you worry,” answered Trevor. “I’ll find a place.” “What’s troubling me,” complained Carl, “is how you’re going to pay your four dollars and forty-four cents toward the yacht and the three dollars and a half for the pup.” Trevor looked blank. “I’d forgotten about the yacht,” he muttered. “Forgotten about it!” cried Carl. “Why, man alive, we just bought it ten minutes ago!” “I know. But--I tell you--I’ll write to the pater; I fancy he’ll send me money enough for the puppy; he always gives me any money I may need for useful things.” The others exploded into violent laughter. “Call that useful?” gurgled Dick, holding his sides and pointing derisively at the puppy, which lay limp but blissful with half-closed eyes in Trevor’s arms. A warning whistle made unnecessary any reply, and the four boys hurried toward the station. “You’d better hide him under your coat, or else they’ll make you ride in the baggage car with him,” cautioned Dick. And so Trevor boarded the train with a suspicious portliness, happily unobserved of the conductor, and, when they had yielded their tickets, drew the uncomplaining puppy from under his sweater. “I’ll say one thing for it,” remarked Carl grudgingly, “it behaves mighty well, considering that it has just been torn from home and parents.” He held out a hand and the puppy went into spasms of delight over the evidence of friendship and licked the fingers deliriously. “Funny little beggar! How old is it, Trevor?” “About ten weeks, I fancy.” “What are you going to call him?” asked Stewart. Trevor shook his head thoughtfully. “I don’t know yet. I shall wait until I find something appropriate.” “Talking about names,” said Carl, “let’s find one for the boat. That fellow said she was the Lucy G., but that’s silly and doesn’t mean anything.” “Ought to be something wintry,” suggested Stewart. “Something like Blizzard, or Snowflake, or Ice King,” added Dick. “It can’t be any of those,” objected Carl, “because there are heaps of Blizzards and the other things you said. How would The Polar Bear do?” Every one sniffed derisively. “Well,” said Trevor, “if it must be something wintry, what’s the matter with The Ulster or The Cough Drop?” “Or The Chilblain?” laughed Dick. “I think a good name would be The Sleet,” Stewart struck in. “That’s wintry enough.” A vote was taken, and The Sleet carried. “We can have a sail next Saturday,” suggested Carl. “So soon?” groaned Dick. “Carl, we’re so young to die!”