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"How is that, Don John?" added the captain. "Yes, sir, he owns her; Captain Shivernock got tired of the Juno, and Laud bought her." Captain Patterdale made a note of that piece of information, and regarded it as a clew to assist in the discovery of the tin box, which had not yet been found, though the owner and the deputy sheriff had been looking diligently for it ever since its disappearance.
"Have you walked far, sir?" asked Donald, who was well acquainted with the captain; for his father had worked on his boat, and he was often in the shop. "I believe I have hoofed it about ten miles this morning," replied Captain Shivernock with an oath; and he had a wicked habit of ornamenting every sentence he used with a profane expletive, which I shall invariably omit.
"He said he did to-day; at least, he said he was going to change her name," added Nellie. "The fact that I did not know it doesn't prove that it was not so. You sold the Juno to Laud, did you, Don John?" "I did, sir." "Did you own the Juno?" "Yes, sir." "Did you buy her of Captain Shivernock?" "No, sir; I did not buy her; he made me a present of her." "A present!"
Donald was entirely satisfied that Captain Shivernock had not done it. He was pleased, even rejoiced, that his investigation had resulted so decidedly in the captain's favor, for he would have been very sorry to feel obliged to disregard the injunction of secrecy which had been imposed upon him.
In a few moments the skipper tacked, having weathered the Head, and stood into the little bay west of it. "Don John," said Captain Shivernock, sharply, fixing his gaze upon the skipper. "Sir?" The captain took his wallet from his pocket. It was well filled with greenbacks, from which he took several ten-dollar bills five or six of them, at least. "I will pay you," said he.
Donald's face, which had thus far been clouded with anxiety, suddenly lighted up with a cheerful smile, as he produced the cover of an old tuck-diary, which contained the papers of Ramsay & Son. He opened it, and took therefrom the bill of sale of the Juno, in the well-known writing of Captain Shivernock.
Directly ahead of Laud's craft was an island which he could not weather, and he was obliged to tack. He could not lay his course, and he had to take a short and then a long stretch, and he was now standing across the bay on the short leg. Captain Shivernock had run over towards the Northport shore, and Donald thought they could not well avoid coming within hailing distance of each other.
Captain Shivernock picked up the bill, and took from his pocket his own roll of fifties. "You must admit that the bill is peculiar enough to be easily identified," added Captain Patter dale. "I don't admit it," said the strange man, as he threw the four mended bills together on the desk. "Now, which is it?"
When we parted, he stood over towards the Northport shore, where Captain Shivernock had gone, and I thought they would meet; but I lost sight of them." "Then you think the captain paid Laud the money when they met." "That was what I supposed when Laud paid me for the boat. I believed it was all right. I had a talk with Laud afterwards about it, and I told him how he got the money.
His whiskers were of the same color; but, as age began to bleach them out under the chin, he shaved this portion of his figure-head, while his side whiskers and mustache were very long. He was dressed in a complete suit of gray, and wore a coarse braided straw hat. Captain Shivernock, as I have more than once hinted, was an eccentric man.
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