"Which is only a blind to gain time," the other frowned. "I am sorry I ever got into this speculation now; but I am in it, and I have got to make that money good, somehow. I can do it in time, I am sure; but if these boys get to talking, I can't tell what will happen."
"Well," said Mr. Sharp, "I suppose you must get rid of them for a time. That is about what you are driving at, I apprehend?"
"That's about the size of it, but how?"
Mr. Sharp picked up a newspaper that was lying on his table and turned to the shipping advertisements.
"I see here," he said, "the advertisement of a vessel to sail to-morrow for Australia."
"What of that?"
"What of that! Why, everything of that. Can't you see through a barn-door, when the door is open for you?"
"You mean, send the boys to Australia?"
The lawyer nodded.
"Could you want anything better? They would be gone a long time. You can take them to New York to-morrow and ship them off in the afternoon. Put them before the mast. Make sailors out of them."