“No,” said Harvey, clasping the hand of the other warmly. “I’m still the one that’s in debt. They saved me from more than drowning. They saved me from disgrace, too.” “Let’s call it even, anyway,” said Henry Burns, “and shake hands all around.” Some weeks later, as Henry Burns and George Warren sat on the veranda of the Warren cottage, looking out across the cove, a graceful yacht turned the headland and came up into the harbour. “She looks familiar,” said Henry Burns. “Where have we seen her before? Why, it’s the _Eagle_, or the _Sprite_, or whatever her real name may be. I wonder what she’s doing here. She was seized by the county and her owners advertised for. I wonder if they can have been discovered.” “Let’s go down and take a look at her,” said George Warren. “She is the prettiest thing that ever came into this harbour.” As they walked down to the shore a boat put off from the yacht and a man pulled in to land. “Can you tell me where I can find either Henry Burns or Jack Harvey?” he inquired, addressing the two boys. “I don’t know about Harvey,” answered Henry Bums, “but I can inform you about the other person. What do you want of him?” “Here’s a note for you, if you mean that you’re Henry Burns,” said the man. “That’s funny,” said Henry Burns. “It’s the first note I’ve got since I’ve been here. I wonder who can have written it.” Henry Burns deliberately tore open the envelope and unfolded a letter. He glanced hastily at the contents, stopped short, and gave a cry of surprise. “George,” he said, solemnly, “will you hit me once, good and hard, so I can tell whether I am dreaming or not?” “I hardly think there’s any need of that,” answered the other, laughing. “You seem to be about as wide-awake as usual.” “Well,” said Henry Burns, “if you won’t hit me, just read that letter to me aloud, anyway. Perhaps I’ll believe it if I hear you read it.” “It seems to be addressed to you and Jack Harvey both,” said George Warren. “Perhaps I need his permission, too, to read it.” “No you don’t. Go ahead,” demanded Henry Burns. The letter read as follows: “Mayville. “Henry Burns and Jack Harvey,