"Yes, sir; very much. But Captain Hannock would not let me visit her."
"Then she may perhaps become your guardian, and let you live in Boston, or wherever you find a place. I will fix it up for you if you wish."
"Oh, thank you."
And so it was arranged.
"Tell you what," said the cabin boy, when we were alone, "Mr. Ranson's a brick!"
"You're right, Phil," I replied, "and a gold one."
About noon Boston appeared, and shortly after we steamed up the bay. I had never visited the "Hub" before, and the sight was to me a novel and interesting one.
"We will anchor out in the bay, and go ashore in the small boat," said Captain Flagg. "Mr. Henshaw wishes to transact some business before the prisoners are transferred."
"Can we go ashore?" I asked.
"You will have to ask Mr. Henshaw."
"I think you can," said Mr. Ranson. "You do not intend to run away, I believe."
"Not much," I laughed. "My running away days are over. This has turned out very well, but I don't want to try any more."
Presently the government officer came up.
"Of course you can go ashore, and do as you
