"Say the wurrud, Jack, me b'y, an' Oi'll soign it to-morrow," went on Mosey, thinking he was winning the young inventor over.
"I'll say nothing more at present, Andy, excepting that I want you to get along to the shore, without further delay."
"But Jack, if Oi----"
"Not another word. March!"
And then the march to the boat was resumed.
CHAPTER XXVI.
PAPERS OF GREAT VALUE
It did not take Jack and Mosey very long to reach the shore. They found Farmer Farrell, gun in hand, stalking up and down impatiently. He had ordered Corrigan into the row-boat, and was lecturing him and the hired man at the same time.
"You've been a mighty long while coming," he remarked, as the dim rays of the smoky lantern fell upon the young machinist's face.
"I couldn't help it," replied Jack, and he briefly related what had occurred to detain him so long.