“You knew it well enough, I’ll be bound!”
“If you will go with me,” went on the Englishman, turning to Guy, “I will conduct this fellow to the police office. I do not propose to let him off. He is evidently a dangerous man, and, coward as he is, he may do harm unless he is secured.”
Guy readily accompanied his new acquaintance, and saw Isef, as he was called, placed in the hands of the police officials. He agreed, also, to appear the next day and give the testimony of an eye-witness as to the man’s felonious attempt to assault Mr. Saunders.
“And now,” said the Englishman, after this matter was disposed of, “let me know the name of the boy who has done me such an important service.”
“My name is Guy Fenwick.”
“Are you English?”
“No, sir; I am an American boy.”
“I thought so. Though there are resemblances, there is a dash about you Americans that I don’t find in my own countrymen. But how does it happen that you are so far from home?”
“I came to Bombay as a passenger on the American ship Osprey, Captain Grover.”
“A passenger? Then you are not connected with the ship?”