Tell them to watch me, and when I wave my handkerchief they can come forward and get the goods."
"How many poxes vos dere?"
"Sixteen, all told. You want to be careful and caution your men. I don't want Captain Marshall to learn what I am"
The boys heard no more, for at this juncture the clerk came forward, having finished his work at the corner desk.
"What can I do for you?" he asked, blandly.
"I am looking for a man who is supposed to have left Cavasa Island by steamer, or sailboat, about two months ago," said Dave. "His name is Dunston Porter. Can you tell me if he shipped from here?"
The clerk looked over a book he drew from a desk.
"I see nothing of the name," he said, after a pause.
"You would have the name, if he had taken passage from here?" questioned Roger.
The clerk nodded. Then, when he found that he could do nothing more for them, he dropped into an easy chair, lit a black-looking cigar and took up a newspaper.
"There is one more shipping office," said Billy Dill, as he led the way to the street. "We'll go there."
