Sally,” exclaimed the boy, “and she can sail pretty fast.”
“I believe Uncle Sam has something that can catch her,” the sailor said. “The fellow won’t get off so easy as all that.”
“And you have put Harvey Jarreth in jail?” Sally questioned.
“Yes; you should see him, fuming and fussing and strutting up and down like a mad turkey-cock, telling every one that ‘his friend’ will bail him out; that ‘his friend’ will make us all suffer for such insults. Much ‘his friend’ will ever help him! There really isn’t a thing to hold Jarreth for, I’m afraid, unless we catch the other one. Harvey has just been made a tool of, but he won’t believe it.”
“How did you know the man was down here at the mill?” Billy asked.
“We didn’t, for at first we had no notion that he was even on the Island. When he used to make his visits to Jarreth he always apparently came over from the mainland so that it was quite a time before it dawned on us that he was staying here all the while. He had covered up his tracks pretty well, but I don’t quite know how he meant to keep himself hid after he took to shooting. I suppose
