authorities here will respect a legal document drawn up in Uncle Sam's country."
"It's not worth a pinch of snuff!" roared the supercargo, and would have torn the paper to bits, had not Phil and Roger leaped forward and pre vented him.
"None of that!" cried Phil. "Let that alone, or I'll have Captain Marshall place you under arrest."
"Arrest? Me under arrest? I'd like to see you do it!" fumed the supercargo.
"I'll do it, unless you do what is right," said the master of the Stormy Petrel, quickly. "Mr. Van Blott, your actions do you no credit. Trying to destroy that document proves to me beyond a doubt that you have something to conceal. I shall begin an investigation at once, and the boys shall aid me."
"I don't care!" roared Jasper Van Blott. "But I am done with the ship and the whole crowd."
"Please hand over the keys to your safe boxes."
With bad grace, the supercargo did so.
"Now you will please sit down and let us go through the accounts," continued the captain.
The supercargo squirmed and argued, and did his best to get away, but it was all to no purpose, and, in the end, he had to remain in the office until the captain, Phil, and Roger had examined all the shipping accounts. Some of the entries were mixed
