"Phil Lawrence. We have learned something about Mr. Van Blott which we think you ought to know. But you must get your head cleared up, first of all."
They walked the captain back to the bark, and, by accident more than design, managed to get the skipper on board without the supercargo seeing the party. Then they called Phil into the cabin, and in the meantime got the captain some fresh water and some other things they fancied might do him good. They were glad to note that his dizziness was fast leaving him.
"This looks suspicious to me," said Captain Marshall, after he had heard what the boys had to relate. "But I cannot accuse Van Blott of having me drugged, as I have no proof of it. I do not know who those men were, and, more than likely, they will keep themselves out of sight."
"That is true," returned Phil. "But you can help me regarding this stuff to be taken away by Baumann & Feltmuller, can't you?"
"Certainly, Phil. I want to know all about that stuff before it leaves this ship. Have you the records of the goods?"
"No, sir; Mr. Van Blott has locked the books in the safe."
"Then, if I were you, as your father's representative, I should demand to see the records. I will back you up."
"If you will back me up, I'll go to him at once. He is already getting the goods out of the hold."
"I'll put a stop to that," answered the captain.
He was still feeble in the legs, but managed to climb to the deck, and walked to where the supercargo and the first mate were directing the unloading of a portion of the cargo.