‘I’m not either! I’ll leave it to Mr. Bowker if――’ ‘Boys, you’ll have to leave me out of it,’ protested the sheriff, waving a hand. ‘You’ll have to settle whose it is between you, I reckon.’ ‘Well, it’s half his,’ declared Pud stubbornly, ‘and――say, Tim, we never even thanked him!’ ‘You mean you didn’t,’ Tim corrected. ‘I guess he understood, though, that you were sort of――of flabbergasted, Pud.’ Somehow in the next five minutes they said good-bye to the sheriff, promised to call and see him the next time they were in Livermore, and found their way to the street. The idea of taking a car back to the launch was utterly repellent. There was too much to be said! So they started back on foot, and when, at the first corner, a telephone sign met Pud’s eyes, he dragged Tim inside a store and disappeared himself into a booth. He was out five minutes later, flushed and triumphant. ‘I got Dad, at the office,’ he proclaimed. ‘He doesn’t believe it about the reward. He just kept on saying, “Yes, yes, Pud, I know, I know.” He thinks I’m joking, but when he sees that check――’ Pud broke off to chuckle enjoyably. ‘I told him we’d be back by one o’clock to-morrow, Tim, and he said he’d tell your father when he went home.’ They went on, taking up the discussion where they had dropped it. Tim was very determined not to share the reward and Pud was just as determined that he should. The argument lasted most of the way back to where they had left the launch, and Tim’s consent was finally obtained when Pud threatened to tear the check up. ‘I will,’ he declared firmly; ‘I’ll tear it up right now and stuff the pieces down that hole, Tim! Why, gee, we were all in it! Why, it was you who heard those fellows first that time up on Cypress Lake. You said, “I hear a boat, Pud,” and I said “Let’s shout,” and――’ ‘Oh, all right,’ said Tim, ‘only it doesn’t seem fair. And as to me hearing that boat first, I didn’t, Pud. It was Harmon.’ ‘Was it? Well, anyway――’ Then Pud stopped abruptly. ‘Say, Tim, what about him, eh? Harmon, I mean.’ ‘Gosh, that’s so!’ They went on in thoughtful silence for a short distance. Then, ‘He’s a pretty good guy, that Harmon,’ muttered Pud. ‘He――he’s been mighty handy, the way he’s cooked and――and all!’ ‘Sure,’ said Tim. ‘Of course, in a way――’ ‘Yes, I know that, but when you think of it――’ ‘Sure! That’s what I meant!’ ‘Well, then, if we each give him twenty-five――’ ‘Yes, seems to me that would be fair,’ agreed Tim readily. ‘Gosh, fifty dollars would be a lot of money to Harmon!’ ‘You think we ought to give him more?’ asked Pud anxiously. ‘No, I don’t, Pud. I think fifty’s fair, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, _I_ do, but I thought maybe you thought it wasn’t. He’s a pretty good fellow and I wouldn’t like to feel that――that we weren’t doing the right thing. There he is now. He’s got the tent up, too! And I believe he’s started getting supper! Say, won’t he be tickled when――’ ‘Won’t he!’ They started running.