“Ah, ha, so he will come back, will he? Well I guess he won’t. That was a smart thing that George Benson thought of, and I tell you any one that gets in that man’s path he will knock out quicker than a wink.”
At the station house Tom stood before the captain and gave a history of himself. He told how he was a former ward of Mr. Benson, how he had lived there for many years and then of his sudden dismissal.
“And what are you here for?” asked the sergeant.
“Because he raised a row in a pawnshop.”
“And what were you going to pawn?”
“My clothes in that bundle,” and the sailor pointed to the package in the officer’s hand.
“What’s in it?”
“A new suit of clothes I bought in England, and we landed in town yesterday, and I haven’t drawn any money yet, so had to pawn my clothes.”
“Open the package,” ordered the sergeant.