Fred glanced anxiously about the dock to ascertain if help was
near in case it should be required.
"Where is it?" demanded the stranger.
"We found it on the boat."
"Yes, I know you did," interrupted the man, "but what I want is
for you to let me see it or tell me where it is."
"I tell you we haven't got it," said Fred.
"Where is it?"
"It's where it will be safe until it can be looked up and we find
out whose it is."
"Where did you get that bond?" demanded George, abruptly breaking
in upon the conversation.
"Did I say it was mine?" demanded the stranger.
"You asked for it."
"If I recall, I asked about it."
"That's the same thing," retorted George.
"Not quite," said the man. "Now then, will you tell me where it
is?"
"I don't think we shall," spoke up Fred. "If you'll tell me who
owns it and what it was doing on our motor-boat, then perhaps
I'll be willing to talk with you."
"Then you say you'll not tell me where it is?" said the man,
speaking slowly and looking savagely at Fred as he spoke.
"I shan't tell you," said Fred. "Now, if you're done, we'll
start."
As he spoke, Fred stepped on board the Black Growler, an action
which was speedily followed by his companions. Advancing to the
wheel Fred inspected everything to satisfy himself that all
things were in readiness for their departure and then said to the
man waiting on the dock, "We'll have to bid you good-by.
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