"No, no!" he said; "give it to young Will here. It ain't my boot, and they warn't my oars; and very bad ones they were." "Here, Will, take it," said Dick. "What for? No, I sha'n't take it," said Will. "The old oars were good for nothing, and we should have cut them up to burn next week. Give Josh a shilling to make himself a new gaff, and buy a shilling's worth of snooding and hooks for yourself. Uncle Abram wouldn't like me to take anything, I'm sure." Mr Temple did not press the matter, but making a final appointment for the boat to be ready, he returned with Dick to the inn, where they had hardly entered the sitting-room with its table invitingly spread for breakfast, when Arthur came down, red-eyed, ill-used looking, and yawning. "Oh, you're down first," he said. "Is breakfast ready? I've got such a bad headache." "Then you had better go and lie down again, my boy," said his father; "nothing like bed for a headache." "Oh, but it will be better when I have had some breakfast. It often aches like this when I come down first." "Try getting up a little earlier, Arthur," said Mr Temple. "There, sit down." The coffee and some hot fried fish were brought in just then, and Arthur forgot his headache, while Dick seemed almost ravenous, his father laughing at the state of his healthy young appetite, which treated slices of bread and butter in a wonderfully mechanical manner. "Your walk seems to have sharpened you, Dick," he said. "Oh, yes, I was so hungry." "Have you been for a walk?" said Arthur, with his mouth full, and one finger on an awkward starchy point of his carefully spread collar. "Walk? Yes. We've been down to the harbour." "Making arrangements for a boat to take us to two or three of the old mines." "You won't go in a boat again--after that accident?" said Arthur, staring. "Oh, yes! Such accidents are common at the sea-side, and people do not heed them," said Mr Temple. "I'm sorry you will not be well enough to come, Arthur." Dick looked across the table at him and laughed, emphasising the laugh by giving his brother a kick on the leg; while Arthur frowned and went on with his breakfast, clinging a little to a fancied or very slight headache, feeling that it would be a capital excuse for not going in the boat, and yet disposed to throw over the idea at once, for he was, in spite of a few shrinking sensations, exceedingly anxious to go. "Oh, by the way, Dick," continued Mr Temple, "I am just going to say a few words more to you before letting the matter drop; and I say them for your brother to hear as well." Dick felt what was coming, and after a quick glance at Arthur, he hung his head. "I am taking your word about that cigar-case and its contents, and I sincerely hope that you will always keep your promise in mind. A boy at your age should not even dream of using tobacco. You hear what I am saying, Arthur?" "Yes, papa," said the latter, who was scarlet.