“Mr. Williams was after his boat.”
“Thought you said it was your boat?”
“I thought it was; but the man who gave it to me didn’t pay for it, and so I had to give it up. Did you see Mr. Williams?”
“Did I see him?” The fellow uttered a short laugh. “Yes, I seen him; and it was all I could do to get away. But I want you to understand that you have got to shoulder this scrape. I’ve got nothing to do with it.”
“You altered the boat,” I returned; “and you tried to steal her too.”
“Stop right there!” he cried. “Do you see this? I mean business.” And as he spoke he drew out a pistol.
CHAPTER XII.
A MIDNIGHT CRIME.
I saw the pistol, and I was properly alarmed. It is said that there are those who can look in the barrel of such a weapon unflinchingly. If so, I am not one of the kind.
I did my best to get out of range; and seeing this, Carney laughed again.