"Not quite; but we'll be close to it when you are landed in the Boston jail."
This remark made Captain Hannock more angry than ever, and he began to use language that I would not care to remember, much less repeat.
"We'll see," he said at length. "I am not the only one to suffer, when this goes into court. Felix Stillwell will catch it, too!"
"Yes, and I reckon I can put in a word or two against this boy of his," put in Crocker, who had been listening to what was going on.
"You may say what you please," I returned, calmly.
"Say, Captain, didn't that uncle of his send him along to set the Spitfire on fire?" went on the sailor, suggestively.
"Why, of course he did!" burst out Captain Hannock, caught by the idea. "How else would he happen to be on board?"
I must confess I was rather taken back by this cool assertion.
I was about to reply, when Mr. Ranson caught me by the arm and shook his head.
"Don't waste time talking to him," said the lawyer. "He will do and say what he can to get free, but it will not avail him—he will only twist himself up."
