“But I’m sure he could.”
“No, Master Mort’n, I couldn’t see.”
“I noticed your manner then, Dick. I’m sure you did see, and that’s why you did not speak.”
“What’s why?” growled Dick, assuming a vacant air.
“You knew who it was, and that something was thrown in that you meant to dredge for, and you did and found those jewels.”
Fisherman Dick was posed, and he rubbed his boots together; but he looked more vacant than ever.
“You don’t want to be taken to prison and made to speak, Dick?”
“No!” shouted Mrs Miggles, “and he shan’t go.”
“Then speak out, Dick,” cried Morton; but the rough fisherman only frowned and tightened his lips.
“No; I don’t ’member,” he said, shaking his head.