"And the boat?"
"Gone down. Nothing left of her but splinters. The barges were full of coal and building stone."
"The box!" suddenly shouted Burlingham. "The box!"
"What kind of a box?" asked a boy with lean, dirty, and much scratched bare legs. "A little black tin box like they keep money in?"
"That's it. Where is it?"
"It's all right," said the boy. "One of your people, a black actor-looking fellow——"
"Tempest," interjected Burlingham. "Go on."
"He dressed on the wharf and he had the box."
"Where is he?"
"He said he was going for a doctor. Last I seed of him he was up to the corner yonder. He was movin' fast."