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an instant after Dick's disgusted exclamation no one spoke. Then Paul, with a regretful sigh, remarked:

"It certainly smelled good."

"It was good," declared Dick. "I put twice as much stuff in it as was necessary."

"Maybe that's what was the trouble," suggested Henry Darby. "Likely it was topheavy, as I once had a load of old iron, and it overbalanced."

"Well, I like your nerve!" spluttered the young millionaire, with a show of pretended anger.

"Comparing my plum duff to a lot of old iron! It was Frank Bender's fault that it was lost overboard."

"My fault?" demanded Frank. "How do you make that out?" and he leaned far over the rail, to look back toward where the plum pudding had disappeared in the ocean.

"Your fault—yes!" repeated Dick. "But look out, or you'll go overboard, too. If you hadn't made that jump for me, when you did, I'd have