"What is it?" said he, as he put his hand behind him.
"Why, it is my pocket-book. It is a black one with a silver clasp."
"I am well aware of that fact," replied George, who knew that the young man must have caught a momentary glimpse of the article in question while he was holding it in his hands. "It is easy enough to describe the outside of a thing after you have seen it, but can you describe the contents?"
"Of course I can. There's a good deal of money in it."
"How much?"
"That is something I can't tell, for I am so careless with money, that I never keep a strict account of what I carry about with me. There are also some papers in it that are of no value to anybody except myself."
"All right," said George. "Come on."
"Where are you going?"
"Down to find the captain. You can come with me and describe those papers to him."
"I will give you a hundred dollars the minute you hand over my property," said the young man.