“That paper will be convenient, wherever I happen to be,” said Tom, with a smile, as he put the letter of credit into his pocket-book. “I could have made a better use of it six months ago than I can now. I was poor as a church-mouse then, when most of the fellows were made of money.”
“You can buy them all out now,” added O’Hara. “Now, what are you going to do about this business, my lad?”
“I can’t do any thing now: it is too late for me to go to London,” replied Tom with a smile.
“I see you are satisfied with the matter as it is.”
“I am.”
“But Judge Rodwood is over here in his steam-yacht for the purpose of following the squadron, if he don’t find it in European waters,” added the lieutenant.
“I am willing he should follow it.”
“When he begins to look into the matter, anybody in Gibraltar can tell him the fleet has gone to Madeira; and all he has to do is to follow you.”
“I don’t object.”
“Of course you don’t; but when he finds you, he will take you out of the vessel.”