"Humph!"
My uncle sank back again, but I could see that he was put out. No doubt he had counted upon searching my clothing and finding some clew to what I had done and intended to do.
It was all I could do to keep awake, but I managed to do so with the aid of an early morning paper I bought on the train.
The paper was one from New York that had just come from the metropolis on the three o'clock paper train. I spread it open, and was rather startled to behold the following heading to one of the columns:
SET ON FIRE!
The Schooner Spitfire Given Over to the
Flames.
Arrest of Captain Hannock for Trying to De-
fraud the Insurance Companies.
Was the Cargo Bogus?
And then followed a description of the arrest by Mr. Henshaw, and a harrowing account of two boys (Phil and myself), who had been left on board to be burned, and of the reasons for believing that the cargo was bogus, and that three New York
