Although insane, however, the man's instinct, or some other cause, had prompted him to stow his money away in the hollow tree.
"Ay, ay," said Harry, "it was evidently to obtain your money that that wretch Brand threw you overboard!"
"Of course," answered Manton. "But the rascal was nicely foiled, for, as it happened, it was always my custom, when I stepped on deck to put my money in the canvas bag, and thrust it into my pocket!
"This carefulness of mine may be understood, when I inform you that I intended every cent of that money for my darling child, to whom I now present it with great joy at being able to place her above want during her lifetime!"
We have little to add.
After Manton's explanation, Brand was sought for, but could not be found, as he had cleared off to parts unknown.
He was never again heard of, if we except a rumor, that he had been lost at sea!
Tom Turk was favorably recommended to the ship owners by Harry Glenville, who was thus enabled to procure him a vessel.
The old fellow followed the sea until he was seventy years of age, when he settled down in an old cottage on the outskirts of New York, within a mile of the residence of Harry Glenville and his beautiful bride.
Mr. Manton still lives; in fact his native air has seemed to agree with him. He is nearly as straight as ever, while, in spite of his gray hairs, his cheek glows with the ruddy hue of health!