“He is angry because I captured him.”
“Ah, I see. Well, capturing him ought to be a deed much in your favor.”
We were soon underway. It was a clear, bright day and the breeze was strong. Of course we had to tack, and this made the trip a slow one; but we spent a good half-hour in dining upon some fish which Ford and I broiled in the cuddy, and of which all hands partook.
It was well on in the afternoon when we struck the dock at Bayport. While we were landing quite a crowd gathered, and the news was soon circulated that two of the robbers had been captured.
A perfect mob of people followed us up to the court-house, and a goodly number entered the room where Judge Green sat deeply interested over some legal documents.
“What is this I hear?” he exclaimed as the party entered. “Two of the robbers captured! Good! it is glorious news! So this is the man called Yates, and this is Norton. Well, gentlemen, what have you to say for yourselves?”
“Nothing,” replied Yates.
“That’s better than telling a falsehood,” said the judge. “So your breaking jail didn’t do you any good,” he added, turning to Mr. Norton.
“It is all a mistake,” whined my guardian.
“So it would seem, sir.”