you were supposed to be selling the Melvilles to-night."

"What?" gasped Captain Jack.

"Oh, there's a lot to the affair, and some of it needs unraveling, but
we'll get to the bottom of it yet."

"I should say we'd have to!"

"This young hoodlum that I'm holding down is dressed in a uniform just
like yours."

"I noticed that, sir."

"He's your figure, and complexion, and doesn't look a whole lot unlike
you, Jack. I was fooled to-night, from the distance, when he
impersonated you. But, now I have a closer look, this young fellow
looks more like a thug, and he's slightly cross-eyed, too."

"I hear voices, so they must be over this way," sounded the tones of
Broughton Emerson, between the trees. Then he and George Melville came
upon the scene.

The elder Melville stared incredulously, with a startled gasp, when he
got close enough to make out what had happened.

"Benson," blurted the capitalist, "how dare you? This is an outrage,
you young puppy! Don, get up out of that undignified position. Get
up this instant!"