"Mr. Farnum, sir," thundered the elder Melville, stalking over to where the boatbuilder stood, "do you realize you're talking about my son?"
"Well, why not?" asked Mr. Farnum, coolly. "It's becoming pretty evident that he isn't a bit too good to be talked about."
"What does all this hubbub and outrage mean, anyway?" cried George
Melville.
"It looks to me," rejoined Farnum, coolly, "as though your son would have the extensive task of informing us."
"Come on, father; let's be getting away from these people," proposed
Don. "But what are you going to do with that young man?"
"In the name of the Commonwealth," replied the boatbuilder, "I've placed this young man under arrest, and I'm going to deliver him up to the authorities. He has been engaged in a conspiracy, and must suffer for his full share in the affair. If he confesses, and implicates others, they'll have to stand the consequences."
Again Don lost color, though now he was careful not to betray himself any further. But he hesitated, afraid to go away, lest Jack's prisoner be led into betraying him.
"Start your young man towards the road, Jack," directed Mr. Farnum, who now had the envelopes taken from Don and the stranger.
Jack started, holding to the arm of his late impersonator.
"Mr. Farnum, may I have a word with you?" asked George Melville, as the others walked along.