Don, sulkily.

"Return that to my son, at once," insisted the capitalist.

Jack, this time, did not even honor the command so far as to admit having
heard it.

Broughton Emerson, deeply puzzled, had left group to go over to Mr.
Farnum and the strange boy in blue.

"Jack!" called the boatbuilder, and Benson ran to him.

"Do you think you can fasten onto this youth, and prevent his getting
away from us?" asked Jacob Farnum.

"I'm rather sure of it," nodded Benson.

"Then keep your eye on the fellow, Jack. He's got to go to jail. He's
been engaged in some conspiracy against us, and I'm going to fathom it
all, and have the fellow sent up for years and years at hard labor."

The fellow whom Jack was now holding heard this with a start and a
shiver.

"You hear that, Don Melville?" he gasped. "Remember, you promised to see
me through safely, if any trouble happened. You've got to keep your
word."

"Hold your tongue if you think I'm going to do anything for you,"
growled Don.