"But did you find all the money, Cap'n Vincent?" asked the old man, nervously.
"No; only about fifty dollars of it."
"Didn't find no more?" added Mr. Fairfield, with a blank stare.
"No, but we shall find the rest of it. Mr. Watson's going to make an awful fuss about it."
"About what?"
"About taking Levi up. I suppose they'll want you to swear to the bag."
"But I can't go out," said the old man with a grunt, when reminded of the pains in his frame.
"Then the squire must come here, as he did when you swore before. I'll go up, and see about it. But, Squire Fairfield, I shan't be able to do much more for you, for I expect my vessel round here soon, and I shall be busy fixing her up for the voyage to Australia."
"I hope I shall find the money afore you go," added the old man, with a gloomy look.
"I hope so too, and I expect you will," replied Dock, as he left the room to attend the examination.