The detective pronounced the name with emphasis, to learn whether it attracted any notice. It did not so far as he could judge, whereat he was glad.
The criminals were put behind bars, and the young man strolled through the street to the railway station. On the way, the elder said:
“It looks to me as if you have a clear title to the Water Witch. What do you wish to do with it?”
“Sell it to someone so I shall never see it again.”
“If you will turn the boat over to me I think I can dispose of it for you. Have you any price in mind?”
“Sell the launch for whatever you can get, if it isn’t more than twenty-three cents.”
“All right; I’ll fix it. Here is the railway office. You have enough funds?”
“Plenty. I shall a buy a through ticket to—home.”
“Of course. I shall call upon you this autumn. Good-by, Horace.”
“Good-by to one of the best friends I ever had. God bless you!”