However, he poured out a small portion of whiskey and waited for an opportunity to toss it away. The captain of the schooner eyed him maliciously, his undershot jaw set like that of a bulldog.
“So you don’t drink, eh?” the captain said, with a snarl.
“You may be mistaken!” answered Havens.
“Sometimes I do.”
“Mistaken, yourself!” shouted the captain. “You thought you’d bribed Mother DeMott, didn’t you? You thought you’d be dropping off the Nancy in the morning and turning us all over to the police, didn’t you?”
Havens eyed the man for a moment, too dazed to speak.
“In the morning,” the captain sneered, “we set sail for South America with one very prominent passenger on board.”
CHAPTER X.
A QUEER DISCOVERY.
When Ben reached the place where he had left Kit asleep, Carl stood with a searchlight in his hand, examining footprints on the ground.