“I’ll do it!” muttered the captain.
“Remember, the money I paid you is some of the boy’s fortune. The remainder you are to get will come from the same source. If you fail, you will get no more of the bank notes, and may not only have to disgorge what you now have, but also answer in court as my accomplice.”
“Trust me, Alfred Milburn.”
“I’ll go now.”
“An’ as I’ve cleared my manifest in ther Custom House, an’ thar’s a tug waitin’ ter haul us out, I’ll put to sea right away, so’s no one will have a show ter git aboard an’ find ther lad.”
“You are bound for the Polar regions now?”
“Ay, ay—ther Kara Sea, off Nova Zembla, in s’arch o’ whales.”
After some further conversation the rascally lawyer parted with the villainous captain and went ashore.
The Red Eric put to sea immediately afterward, carrying the unfortunate Walter Grey away to the frozen polar regions.
In the meantime a crowd had been attracted by the pistol shot, and surrounding Frank Reade, Jr., they carried him into a drug store, where his wound was dressed.