“What do you mean?”
“Are you trying to get me into trouble?”
“No, I am trying to keep you out of trouble,” replied the young oarsman, warmly.
“You say that packet belonged to you?”
“It didn’t have your name on it.”
“No, it—” Our hero stopped short. “It had Alexander Slocum’s name on it!” he burst out.
“Exactly.”
“You don’t mean to say you delivered that packet to him?” gasped the youth.
“I did—not an hour ago.”