CHAPTER XVII
ON THE NORTH SEA
Both Dave and his chum were startled by the sudden interruption, and for the moment did not know what to say. They looked at the old man and then at Nick Jasniff. The latter turned pale and seemed thoroughly ill at ease.
"Who says a relative of mine is dishonest?" repeated the old man, and now he strode up to Dave and raised the cane over the youth's head.
"If you refer to this boy as your relative, I say he is dishonest," answered Dave, stoutly.
"And so do I," added the senator's son.
"Nicholas dishonest! It cannot be! There must be some mistake."
"I am sorry for you, sir, but there is no mistake," returned Dave.
"Who are you, sir?"
"My name is David Porter. I come from the United States. Nicholas and myself and my friend here all attended the same boarding school."
"The place called Oak Hall?"
