“He must have dropped it on the floor inside the stateroom.”
“Go in and see if it’s there.”
“Lemme go!” exclaimed Tom Tidd, trying to wriggle out of the grasp of the muscular passenger.
“Not yet, my friend! I haven’t done with you.”
“I’ll throw you into the Sound.”
“You may do it if you can. I haven’t belonged to the Manhattan Athletic Club for the last five years for nothing.”
“I’ve found the vest,” said Ben from inside the stateroom.
“Is the watch in it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good! that watch cost me five hundred dollars in Geneva.”