"I should say not," said Uncle Ben. "Oh, by the way, Jack, you didn't see either of those fellows round the house after the fire, did you?"
"No, I never thought a thing about them."
"Well, they ought to be found and locked up, for they undoubtedly intended to rob you, and were probably going to make your father pay a big sum of money."
"Yes, I guess that's so," agreed Jack, "but then they saved my life and I'd rather call it square."
"Well, if that's the way you feel about it," said Uncle Ben, "we won't say anything to the captain about them."
Reaching the other side of the harbor, they lost no time in getting a car, which took them to State street, where was the police station of which Uncle Ben's friend was captain.
"Is Captain Long in?" he asked a sergeant, who was sitting at the desk as they entered.
"I think so, sir, please wait a moment and I'll see." Touching a bell on his desk, he ordered the attendant to see if the captain was in his office.
"Right, sir," said the man going out.
He was back in a minute, and telling them that Captain Long would see them at once, conducted them through several rooms into his private office.