"All right; the steamer'll cost some money, and won't do any good. She'll come back without the girl. My vessel isn't a great ways from New York, and when I say the word she'll start, whether I go in her or not. I tell you, Mr. Watson will be glad to pay the money before many days. He don't understand the matter yet. I'll come again in two or three days; and I reckon you'll have the money next time I come."
"Where are you stoppin' now?" asked Mr. Fairfield.
"Nowhere in these parts; but I'll be here in two or three days."
"But Watson won't pay that money, no more'n nothin' in the world."
"Yes, he will. He can't help doing it, if he wants his daughter again. Where's Levi now?"
"He's round here; but what am I go'n' to do for what you owe me, if Watson don't pay the money?" asked the old man, anxiously.
"I'll pay it all just as I agreed to do. Now go to bed again, Squire Fairfield, or your wife will be out looking for you."
"But I want to know sunthin more about this business."
"You mustn't know any more than you do. I didn't mean you should know anything about it. I never told you anything. When you get the money, you hold on to it till I come. I don't know as it's quite safe for me to come here again, even in the night. I guess we'll fix it some other way."
Dock did "fix it some other way"—it is of no consequence how.