“Have you one among your hands of the name of Guy Harris?”
“Merciful Heavens!” thought Guy. “Who in the world can that be, and what does he want of me? Is it the detective who arrested Bob Walker in Chicago? Great Scott!”
Guy did not wait to hear any more of the conversation, but hastily catching up the bundle, threw it over his shoulders and ran into the forecastle.
CHAPTER XV.
AN UNWELCOME DISCOVERY.
GUY REMAINED in the forecastle just long enough to rid himself of his bundle, and then ran back up the ladder. Frightened as he was, he was possessed by an irresistible desire to learn who it was that wanted to see him. He intended to return to the deck and crouch down by the side, where he could hear what was said; but when he had ascended the ladder a few steps he heard the sound of voices near by, and saw that the occupants of the yawl had boarded the vessel. There were four of them, three were policemen and the other was Mr. Heyward. The latter held the shipping articles in his hand, and by the aid of Rupert’s lantern was looking for Guy’s name. The captain and his mate stood at a little distance looking on.
“The name don’t seem to be on the list,” said one of the officers, who was looking over Mr. Heyward’s shoulder.
“I told you it wasn’t!” growled the skipper. “If you ain’t satisfied, search the ship. What has the man been doing, anyhow?”
“It isn’t a man I am after, but a boy,” said Mr. Heyward. “He is an important witness in a case I intend to bring before the courts next month.”