Striking a match, Mr. Farnum drew some banknotes from the envelope,
counting them.

"Twenty dollars, for all that dirty work," sneered the boatbuilder.
"Young man, you sell yourself too cheaply. It ought to be worth more
than twenty dollars, just to have to be found with the Melvilles."

Hearing that, Don gnashed his teeth. Like many another rascal, Don
wanted people to think well of him.

"Jack," called out the boatbuilder, "see if young Melville has a long,
white envelope anywhere about him. In the inside coat pocket, if I
remember rightly."

"Don't you dare!" challenged young Melville. But Jack glanced down at
him with contempt, retorting:

"I follow only Mr. Farnum's orders. People who follow your orders take
too big a risk of having to go to jail."

In Don's inner coat pocket rested a long, white envelope. Jack fished
it out with a cry of triumph.

"Got it, Jack?" hailed the boatbuilder.

"Yes, sir."

"Then hold on to that envelope until we have a good chance to look it
over. It's supposed to contain plans, or some sort of information, that