Phil made Prisoner by Waterford.
"Is a forger," I shouted.
"Shove off," said Captain Farraday; and the two boats separated.
"I'll tell them," replied the boatman, who was evidently vexed at the loss of the promised sovereign, though he had done his best to earn it.
"I want you to come alongside the bark, and carry the papers to the custom-house," said Captain Farraday. "I will give you five dollars if you will."
"I'll give you five more," added Ben Waterford.
I saw that those who were likely to be my friends were to be bought off. Ten dollars would effectually silence them, and I had nothing more to hope for, though it occurred to me that I might communicate with the pilot, whose canoe had come alongside just as I left the bark. I had exhausted my own resources, and I prayed to God for help. I was driven up the accommodation ladder, and reached the deck, utterly defeated and cast down. The men hoisted up my trunk, but I felt as though that and myself might as well be at the bottom of the bay. I had neglected, both in the letter and the spirit, the advice of my father, and I was in a fair way to suffer severely for it. If Ben Waterford had not been the mate of the bark, my future would have seemed more tolerable.
"What shall we do with him?" asked Captain Farraday. "Send him forward with the rest of the crew?"