He flung a crumpled yellow sheet at Matt.
"It looks as though you'd read this," said Matt, "so I guess we're no more than even."
An angry gurgle came from Sixty's bull-like throat.
"I'll raise Cain if I find out this mix-up was done a-purpose," he growled.
"I don't see what anybody could want to do such a thing as that for," returned Matt.
The captain flung about and gave Matt an insolent up-and-down stare.
"Oh, you don't, huh?" he muttered. "Well, mebby it's well you don't."
The captain rolled away.
"The way to talk with him," said Dick resentfully, "is with a belaying pin. He looks like an old shellback, and I'll bet he's a bucko. But what's the message, mate?"
"A man in Boston wants to buy the Hawk," answered Matt, "and asks us to name our price. He says he knows Archibald Townsend, and refers us to him as to his financial standing."