The two men in the other boat did the same, and soon all hands were standing on the little wharf.
“What do you want of me, Pointer?” I inquired, looking from one to the other of the three men.
“He’s going to arrest you, young man,” replied the elder of the two others.
“Arrest me! What for?”
“You know well enough.”
“I haven’t the least idea,” I returned. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Too thin! Do you know who I am?”
“I do not.”
“My name is Williams—Richard Williams, and I’m the owner of the Catch Me, the craft you have stolen.”