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"See how your prisoner trembles. Would an innocent man act so?" Within three minutes Arthur Miller stood before the desk at a station house. In less than twenty minutes Messrs. Farnum and Pollard had been found. They hurried to the police station, confirming the identification of Arthur Miller. He was locked up.

"And I warn you that, if we leave here, now, we shall not return, no matter how changed your attitude may become later. Have you any answer to that, sir?" "Good morning," replied Jacob Farnum, with another courteous bow. Stiffly, snorting but without words, George Melville walked out of the office, across the outer office, and out into the yard.

Jack, this time, did not even honor the command so far as to admit having heard it. Broughton Emerson, deeply puzzled, had left group to go over to Mr. Farnum and the strange boy in blue. "Jack!" called the boatbuilder, and Benson ran to him. "Do you think you can fasten onto this youth, and prevent his getting away from us?" asked Jacob Farnum. "I'm rather sure of it," nodded Benson.

"I forget nothing; do you suppose that I could?" cried Virgie, sharply, "but I might at least have been spared this last indignity to offer me a paltry hundred pounds when he has a fortune in his hands belonging to me." "A fortune! I did not suppose I did not know that you had any money," stammered Mrs. Farnum, looking blank.

"Then I guess you're going to have your wish," continued Jack Benson. "The man who dropped the glass is Arthur Miller." Uttering an eager cry, his fists clenched, Jacob Farnum started up from his chair. "What's wrong?" demanded Admiral Bentley, looking up quickly. "I I beg your pardon, sir," cried Mr.

Hal Hastings raised his eyebrows slightly; he, too, changed color swiftly. Eph's face reddened; he had all he could do to keep from shouting outright. Jacob Farnum flushed, half rose from his chair, then seated himself again and turned to look at the boys. But George Melville appeared to have eyes, at that moment, for no one but young Captain John Benson.

He dived below. All of a sudden the "Hastings" was seen to take a notable leap forward. Then she settled down to a more rapid, steady gait. Just inside the conning tower Jacob Farnum stood again. In his right hand he clutched a doubled-up handkerchief, with which he made frequent dabs at his face.

"You might try to say something to Mr. Farnum to queer my plan. Stay here. You and Eph make mighty sure that everything is in running order." Going on deck, Captain Jack signaled for a shore boat, which was quickly alongside. Landing, the young captain walked slowly up to the yard office, thinking deeply all the time.

Asa Partridge, a man of long experience in steam-fitting, took the chunk of cement, examining it carefully, then picked it to pieces before he rejoined dryly: "Why, the boy wins, of course. Any apprentice ought to know that cement as dry as this stuff can't make a tight joint." "Isn't there some better cement than this around?" called out Mr. Farnum.

Farnum asserted, confidently. All the light died out of Virgie's face as she began to see that there were terrible difficulties in the way of proving that she was a lawfully wedded wife. "I have my ring," she said, weakly, and holding up the white, delicate hand on which the heavy circlet gleamed, guarded by a brilliant diamond, but which trembled like a reed shaken by the wind.