“Gracious! How my head feels!” groaned Tremaine, as he got unsteadily onto his feet. Tom had to clutch at him and hold him.
“I feel as though I had been drugged,” muttered Tremaine, slowly. “I—I can’t half think, and my head aches, and is so dizzy——”
“You’ll want to get in the air, then,” proposed the young skipper, as Tremaine finished getting on the last of his clothes.
“Where—are we?”
“Why, since Mrs. Tremaine saw land from the port stateroom, I think we must at least be in the mouth of Oyster Bay, sir.”
“Then, if we’re going to land so soon,” proposed Henry Tremaine, “I may as well get my money out. Halstead, be a good fellow. I feel so bad that I don’t dare bend over. Here are my steamer trunk keys. Open the trunk and lift out the small iron box you’ll find there. I have ten thousand dollars in bills there. I’ll deposit the money on shore.”
Halstead readily found the iron box, and placed it on the edge of the berth. Tremaine, still groaning about his head, fitted a key into the box, and raised the strong lid.
“What’s this?” Tremaine almost yelled, as soon as he had the iron box opened.
Tom Halstead looked, then gasped.