Then Sheridan turned to Jensen once more. “Who helped you steal this stuff?” he demanded.
“Nobody,” said Jensen gruffly.
“Come on, now. Cough up. Who’s in this with you?”
“Not a soul,” insisted Jensen.
“If you’re lying, we’ll find it out,” said Sheridan, “and it will go all the harder with you.”
“Is there anything more you want to see, Mr. Sheridan?” asked the steamship man.
“Not a thing. We’ve seen all there is to see.”
“Then we’ll head for shore.” He gave the signal to the tug’s pilot, and in a few minutes, the party was once more ashore. Sheridan slipped a pair of handcuffs on his prisoner.
“Young man,” said Mr. Morgan, turning to Willie, “I understand that we are indebted to you for this discovery and very important arrest. The continued loss of cotton has cost our line thousands of dollars in damages. Come along to the office with me. I have something for you.”
“If you mean money,” said Willie, “I cannot take it.”