"Too bad! She was an old tub, nothin' better. But I kinder loved her, havin' sailed in her so long. The villains! They ought to be strung up to the yard-arm, every one of 'em!"
"How did you get here?" I asked, curiously.
"Just came up from New Bedford. That there lawyer, Ranson, said I had better come up here and wait till I heard from him. He was going to git a boat and go after the Spitfire."
"He did get a boat, and rescued Phil Jones and I from a raft, after the Spitfire was burned."
"Good for him! And where is the captain now?"
"Locked up."
"What!" roared Tony Dibble, in amazement. "Do you mean to tell me they caught him red-handed?"
"Hardly, but they caught him, and the others, too."
"Good!"
"Mr. Ranson is now stopping at the Ridgerow House, and I am stopping with him."