"If I have you arrested I can send you to state's prison for five or ten years."
"I will risk it."
"What do you intend to do with that letter?" said the purser.
"That is my affair."
"Going to Mr. Shalley, eh?"
"Perhaps."
"It won't do you any good."
Again Randy was silent. He had stepped close to the door. On the instant Peter Polk did the same.
"You are not going just yet," cried the purser, meaningly.
Randy looked through the little window of the office. He heard footsteps approaching.