Just after light one morning the wrecking-tug from Boston appeared. A brief examination of the _Barona's_ hull by a diver showed that the havoc wrought by the sea and rocks had been so great that but little of value could be saved. So the tug started back that very afternoon, and the captain and the mate of the yacht went with her. The weather was now much cooler, and the boys were glad that their stay was to be short. Wild geese were honking overhead in V-shaped lines on their way south. Mr. Whittington accompanied the others on a gunning trip to Window Ledge, and came back with a dozen coots. He smacked his lips over the coot stew and dumplings prepared by Jim. Throppy dismantled his wireless and packed up his outfit to send away. On their last Thursday at Tarpaulin Uncle Tom Sprowl came in on the smack with Captain Higgins. He had boarded the _Calista_ at York Island. Everybody, including Nemo and Oso, was glad to see Uncle Tom. His rheumatism was fully cured and he was spry and chipper. He was more than satisfied with what the boys had accomplished during the summer, and he planned to continue lobstering after their departure. He noted the change in Percy. "Told Jim your son needed salting," he confided to Mr. Whittington. "He's all right now." The afternoon before they were to leave the island Roger reckoned up his accounts. They showed that after Uncle Tom's share had been deducted, Spurling & Company had a thousand dollars to divide. Of this, one hundred dollars had already been paid to Filippo. Lane handed Percy one hundred and fifty dollars. "I don't want him to take that," objected Mr. Whittington. "We shouldn't feel right if he didn't," said Jim. "Dad," spoke up Percy, "I want it. I've earned it. Look at those hands and arms. It's the first money I ever had that you didn't give to me. I'm going to have one of the bills framed behind glass." "He's earned it, fast enough," corroborated Jim. "Let him take it, Mr. Whittington. We'll all feel better about it if you will." So the millionaire gave his consent, with the mental reservation that in some way he would make it up to the others later. "What are you going to do with all that wealth, Percy?" he asked. "It won't keep you very long in gasolene." "Send half of it to Filippo for his brother Frank," replied Percy, promptly. "He lost about all he had when the _Barona_ was wrecked." Later that afternoon Mr. Whittington took Jim aside out of Percy's hearing. "Honestly, between us, how has the boy done this summer?" "I wouldn't ask to have anybody take hold any better than he has since the middle of July." The millionaire looked gratified. "I'm more than pleased at the way things have turned out, and I don't know how I can ever repay you. Can't I help you somehow in money matters?" Jim shook his head decidedly.