"Nor me; but I know well enough that there's something went wrong with him," said Beardsley very decidedly. "I know that he was took out of his house at dead of night by a gang of men, that he was carried away, and that nobody ain't likely to see hide nor hair of him any more."
"That news is old, and I don't see why you should assume so mysterious an air in speaking of it," said Tom. "Your daughter has had time enough to tell you all about it since you came home."
"But I heard about it before I left Newbern."
"You did! Who told you?"
"Well, I heard all about it."
"What if you did? I don't see how Hanson's disappearance could interfere with your blockade-running."
"Mebbe you don't, but I do. If you had been in my place, and somebody had sent you a letter saying that if you didn't quit business and come home at once, some of your buildings would be burned up, what would you think then? Do you reckon it would bust up your blockade running or not?"
"Do you pretend to tell me that you received such a letter?" cried
Allison, who could scarcely believe his ears.
"That is just what I pretend to tell you—no less," answered the captain, tapping the breast of his coat as if to say that he could prove his words if necessary.
"Why—why, who could have sent it to you? Who do you think wrote it?"