“Yes; you had better put him out of sight.”
“Stow him below in a locker, boys,” said the captain to his two men.
They carried the limp form of Walter Grey out of the cabin.
When they were gone, Milburn handed the captain a big roll of bills.
“Here are the $2,500 I promised you to shanghai the boy,” said the lawyer. “You must maroon him in the arctic regions, so he can never return. If you should bring me evidence of his death I will double the amount I just gave you. Will you do it, captain?”
He bent nearer to Bolt, and hissed this in such sinister tones that the captain started, and muttered hoarsely:
“Do yer mean fer me ter put him out of ther way?”
“Yes,” was the emphatic reply.
“Why dyer want this done?”
“I’ll make a clean breast of the matter. I hold some money in trust belonging to the boy and his mother. If both die I can do as I like with their fortune. Although the woman is sane, I have paid dearly to have her confined in an asylum. She is disposed of. Now it only remains to get rid of the boy. This I leave to you.”