“Thank you,” replied Frank, complying, and Bolt seated himself opposite.
“Now give us an account of yourself.”
“Well,” replied Frank, “I’m searching for a certain party.”
“Shipwrecked crew?” queried the captain, curiously.
“No,” replied Frank, fixing a keen glance on the man, “A stolen boy.”
“What!” roared Bolt, with a sudden start.
“A boy who was shanghaied.”
“The deuce!” gasped the captain, excitedly.
“His name is Walter Grey.”
“By thunder!” roared Bolt, turning pale.