"Yes. Let me go or I'll tell Fowler. Oh--oh!"

"Tell Fowler, will you?"

"No--no! Let me go!"

"You promise it?"

"Yes," spluttered the man as soon as he could speak.

"I think that will be enough this time." declared the triumphant Jack. "If
I could get my hands on you, Fret Offut, I would give you a dose of the
same medicine."

"I ain't done nothing!" cried the terrified youth. "Don't you dare to
touch me!" and by that time he had reached the door, to disappear an
instant later.

Feeling that he had nothing more to fear from his enemies, Jack left the
shop to go to his home, his mind soon occupied with thoughts of his South
American voyage rather than with the more unpleasant memory of his recent
trouble with young Offut and Furniss.

Before going direct to his home to tell the news there, Jack sought
another home that he might first break the account of his good fortune to
one whose fair countenance had been in his mind's eye all the afternoon.

He knew the hardest part of his starting on his long voyage would be in
tearing himself away from a certain blue-eyed damsel named Jenny Moodhead.