“Don’t you?”
“Of course not.”
“Do you suspect any of our crew of taking Mr. Tremaine’s money?” persisted Joe.
“Why, that would be a fearful thing to say.”
“Don’t you care to answer me?”
“I don’t care to discuss the matter at all.”
“Very good, sir,” returned Dawson, curtly. “That is all.”
Turning on his heel, he left Dixon, the latter feeling queerly uncomfortable, for, all the time they were talking together, Joe had kept his own eyes turned keenly on Dixon’s.
Miss Silsbee kept so close to Tom that Dixon, when he finally came forward once more, soon made an excuse to go below.