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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Have you heard the news, Captain Shivernock?" asked Donald, suddenly changing the topic. "What news?" "It's in the Age. A man over in Lincolnville, by the name of Hasbrook, was taken out of his bed last night, and severely beaten." "Hasbrook! Served him right!" exclaimed the captain, with a rough string of profanity, which cooled the blood of the listener.
A dance on the shaven lawn followed the collation, and the guests remained until the dews of evening began to fall. Donald walked home with Nellie, and then went to the shop. He expected to find Hasbrook there, but he had returned to Lincolnville.
Do you think, if you had ever seen that bill before, you would recognize it again, if it fell into your hands?" added the captain. "Certainly I should." "Well, it has been in my hands before. Do you remember the day that Michael had the sun-stroke?" "Yes, sir; and your tin box disappeared that day." "Precisely so; and this bill was in that tin box. Jacob Hasbrook, of Lincolnville, paid me a note.
"A man in Lincolnville was taken from his bed in the dead hour of the night, and beaten to a jelly." "Who was the man?" "His name was Hasbrook." "Hasbrook!" exclaimed Donald. "Do you know him, lad?" "I know of him; and he has the reputation of being anything but an honest man." "Then it's not much matter," laughed the ship carpenter. "But who beat him?" asked Donald. "No one knows who it was.
"I don't know whether he has or not. He only asks questions, and don't answer any. You know I met you over to Turtle Head the morning after the affair in Lincolnville." "I remember all about it," answered Donald. "I saw you in the Juno afterwards. By the way, Don John, you didn't tell me how you happened to be in the Juno at that time. I don't recollect whether you had her at Turtle Head, or not.
The Lincolnville outrage was the only possible solution; but if he were the ruffian, he would not have been on Long Island when he had a fair wind to run home, and Sykes and his wife both agreed that he had left the house on the morning that Donald had seen him. It was not possible, therefore, that the captain was guilty of the outrage.
He found it in the sand on the shore; and he was satisfied that the perpetrator of the outrage had arrived and departed in a boat. He had obtained from the captain's boot-maker a description of his boots, but none corresponded with those which had made the prints in Northport and Lincolnville. At the cove all clew to the ruffian had been lost; but now it was regained.
He did not deny what I said." "This was the morning after the Hasbrook outrage was it?" asked Mr. Beardsley. "Yes, it was; but I knew nothing about that till night." "We can easily understand why the captain did not want to be seen near Lincolnville," added the sheriff. "It was he who pounded Hasbrook for swindling him." "No, sir; I think not," interposed Donald.
If the captain was in Lincolnville in "the dead of night," on a criminal errand, what was he doing near Seal Harbor, where the Juno was aground, at four o'clock in the morning? If he was the guilty party, he would naturally desire to get home before daylight. The wind was fair for him to do so, and there was enough of it to enable the Juno to make the run in less than two hours.
Instead of that, he was over at Turtle Head when I first saw him. The Juno got aground with him near Seal Harbor, which made him so mad he would not keep her any longer. He was mad because she wasn't a centre-boarder. I suppose after we parted he went over to the Lincolnville or Northport Shore, and hid till after dark in Spruce Harbor, Saturday Cove, or some such place.
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