"What's the matter?" asked Phil Jones, as he stood by, watching me turn my pockets inside out to make sure that there was no mistake.
"My money is gone!" I exclaimed. "I have been robbed."
"Where did you have it?"
"Right here, in my vest pocket."
"You're foolish to carry it loose. Any one could take it from you," said the cabin boy, with a knowing shake of his head.
"I didn't take every one for a thief. Who do you suppose took the money?"
"The captain or Lowell. He's only boatswain, but the two work hand in hand."
I had already surmised this from the conversation I had overheard. The two were well mated, and no doubt the sailor was the captain's ready tool on all occasions.
"What are you going to do about it?" asked Phil curiously.
"Get it back if I can," I replied with determination. "I'm not going to be fleeced in this manner."