"How will you set about it?"
"Sir, I have been told that you were the only man in these parts capable of arresting a fugitive."
"You do me too much honour."
"I have a number of unclosed accounts, needless to explain, with his father. Arrest the young man, sir!" cried the Bostonian; "Arrest him and place him safely in my hands, and the sum of one thousand guineas is yours."
As he spoke, the worthy shipowner pulled out an enormous pocketbook from his coat and opened it.
"Excuse me, sir," said the captain, "do not let us be in quite such a hurry. You have not quite finished."
"How so?" cried the American.
"You have forgotten," said the captain with simple frankness, "to tell me the name of your foolish nephew."
"George Clinton, sir, a very fine lad, though I say it."
"I know him," retorted the captain, coldly.