"Monkey, will you take Prince"s boat over to her moorings for me?
Somebody may want her," said he, as he put the coffee-pot on the stove, and took down the leg of bacon.
"To be sure I will, Bob. I"ll do anything for you."
"I wish you would; and then come back and have some breakfast with me."
Monkey grinned, and even chattered, as he hastened to execute his errand. By the time he returned, Bobtail had set the table in the cabin; for, as he had company, he decided to take the meal in state. He had fried all the rest of the kid of potatoes, and two large slices of ham.
He made the coffee, and mixed up a pitcher of condensed milk.
"Sit down, Monkey," said Little Bobtail, as he wiped the perspiration from his brow, for the cook-room was a hot place, even with the scuttle open.
"Yes," replied Monkey, showing all the teeth in his head, for when the mouths were given out he had been supplied with a very liberal share.
The host helped him to a big piece of ham and a great heap of fried potatoes. The guest was not very elegant in his manners; but what he lacked in refinement he made up in zeal. Fingers seemed to come handier to him than a fork, or, rather, a "slit spoon," as he called it. He did not often make two parts of a slice of potato, and his mouthfuls of ham were big enough to bait a large cod. Fortunately there was enough to fill him up.
"Somebody"s looking for you, Bob, up in the village," said Monkey, when he began to be gorged, which, however, was not till both the slices of ham were nearly consumed.
"For me?" asked Little Bobtail.
"Squire Gilfilian asked me if I"d seen you; and I told him I hadn"t. He was askin" everybody for you. Some on "em said you wan"t to home; and the old man said he hadn"t seen you sence yesterday mornin"."
"Who wants me?"
"I don"t know; but the squire wanted to see you powerful bad," grinned Monkey.
"All right. I"ll go up and see him by and by," said Bobtail, as he left the table.
With the a.s.sistance of his new ally he washed the dishes, cleaned up the stove and cooking utensils, and swept out the cabin. Everything was put into the neatest condition. When this was done, the decks were washed down, the sails stowed more trimly than the skipper could do it in the dark, all the running rigging hauled taut, and the ends coiled away, so that the yacht was in man-of-war style. He found a padlock, with a key in it, to fasten the cabin door; and having put the tiller below, so that no one could sail the Skylark in his absence, he secured the door, and went on sh.o.r.e with Monkey. He stopped at the cottage to see if his mother had returned from Rockport, but neither she nor Ezekiel was there.
Walking towards the village, he wondered what Squire Gilfilian could want of him. He began to be a little troubled about the letter again, for, in the excitement of his cruise over to Blank Island, he hardly thought of the disagreeable circ.u.mstances connected with it. He found the squire in his office, with a stranger, a flashy-looking and ill-visaged fellow.
"I hear you want to see me," said Little Bobtail.
"I do," replied the lawyer, sternly and decidedly. "Come in here;" and he led the way to his private office in the rear. "Now, boy, I want to know what you did with that letter."
"I told you before what I did with it. I put it on your desk," answered Bobtail, promptly; and it is not strange that his brown cheek flushed a little, but it was with indignation, not guilt.
"So you told me before; but I don"t believe it," added the squire, with a terrible frown, and in a very loud tone, doubtless involuntarily resorting to one of the tricks of his trade to intimidate the youth.
"Do you think I would lie about a letter?" demanded Bobtail, warmly.
"Do you know what was in that letter?"
"How should I know?"
"Because you opened it," sharply retorted the lawyer, as though he intended to overwhelm a contumacious and guilty witness.
"I didn"t open it," protested the boy, stoutly. "I put it on your desk; and that"s all I know about it."
"It is easier for you to say that than it is for me to believe it."
"I can"t help it, if you don"t believe me. I have told the truth. I had a letter for you, and another for Captain c.h.i.n.ks. I gave him his here in your office, and chucked yours on your desk. That"s the whole truth, and all I know about the letters. If Captain c.h.i.n.ks was here he would tell you the same thing, for he said you was busy in here, and told me to put the letter on the desk; and that"s just what I did, and just all I did."
"Captain c.h.i.n.ks isn"t here, and has been gone a week."
"He"ll come back some time, I suppose."
"I don"t know whether he will or not. He"s mixed up with a smuggling case, and he may not deem it prudent to come back."
"Whether he does or not, I never saw the letter after I put it on your desk."
The lawyer bit his lips. There was nothing in the tones or the manner of the youth to excite suspicion, and Little Bobtail"s reputation for honesty was first cla.s.s. A year before, he had found the wallet of a stranger, which he might have kept, but had taken great pains to find the owner. In fact, everybody that knew him knew that he was honest.
"Now, Little Bobtail, you stand very well in the village," continued Squire Gilfilian, with a smile, as he suddenly changed his tactics.
"I always mean to keep myself straight, sir," added Bobtail.
"Of course you do. But the best of us are sometimes tempted to do wrong.
If you have been led away, and--"
"I haven"t been led away, sir."
"You may have made a mistake. If you opened that letter by accident or otherwise--"
"I didn"t open it by accident or otherwise. I didn"t open it at all,"
interposed the boy, with energy.
"Hear what I have to say, Little Bobtail. The best of folks are sometimes led away. Even ministers of the gospel once in a great while do a wicked deed."
"I don"t care if they do; I haven"t opened your letter."
"But I"m only supposing a case."
"Well, sir, you needn"t suppose I opened that letter, for I didn"t."
"Suppose you had opened it--"
"I didn"t."
"It is only an hypothesis."
"I don"t care if it is; I didn"t open the letter," persisted Bobtail, who had not the least idea what an hypothesis was.
"If somebody else, then, had opened that letter, and taken out the money. He might have been sorely tempted; he might have opened it by accident," said the squire, in soft, oily tones.
"Somebody else _might_, but I _didn"t_."
"If he don"t feel bad about it now, he will, as sure as he lives, for the truth will come out. Don"t you think so?"