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"I think it is, sir."
"Look at it very carefully, if you please."
"I have looked at it; and I'm sure this is the one," said Mrs. Taylor.
Squire Gilfilian looked triumphantly at the judge, who was more amazed than ever. He knew the workings of crime well enough to see the bearing of poor Mrs. Taylor's present conduct. If guilty she would not have acknowledged the ident.i.ty of the bill. She would have encouraged the lawyers to save herself and her son, by following out the suggestion that the letter had contained no bill.
"Then where did you get this bill, Mrs. Taylor?" asked the judge.
"I can't tell at present, sir," replied the poor mother, as she glanced at her son.
Mr. Simonton explained that, for some reason inexplicable to him, the woman positively refused to explain where the bill came from. The judge was still more confounded; though, after the straightforward and damaging answers she had given in regard to the ident.i.ty of the bill, he could not believe she was guilty, even while it was impossible to see how she could be innocent. The parties left the office, and everybody talked about the examination for the rest of the day.
Ezekiel Taylor did not attend the examination, for he was engaged in an examination on his own account. He improved the opportunity while Bobtail and his mother were absent in searching for the contraband merchandise. He had already consumed the bottle of brandy given him by Captain c.h.i.n.ks, and was anxious to find the goods, in order to obtain another. He ransacked the house from cellar to garret, without finding anything which looked like a case of brandy. He was bitterly disappointed, but he continued his search in the vicinity of the house, and along the sh.o.r.e. He spent the whole day in this fruitless occupation.
Judge Hamblin walked to the Bay View House, after the close of the proceedings, and Little Bobtail went with him. The bewildered legal gentleman questioned the boy closely, but his replies were always square and prompt. He knew nothing whatever about the letter after he left it on the desk in the office.
"Are you going to see Colonel Montague?" whispered Mrs. Taylor, who had followed her son to the hotel.
"I should like to tell him about the case, but I don't see that he can do anything for us. These folks have done everything," replied Bobtail, gloomily.
"You said you were going, but I don't ask you to go."
"Two gentlemen here want the boat. They said they wished for a sail, and didn't care about fis.h.i.+ng. If they had just as lief go to Belfast as anywhere else, I'll run up there. It's a tip-top breeze to go and come."
"Do as you think best, but don't tell him I sent you," added Mrs.
Taylor, as she walked towards home.
Bobtail thought she was over sensitive about calling upon her old employer, but was willing to humor her, and promised to tell Colonel Montague, if he saw him, that his mother had not sent him.
"Now, where's Captain Bobtail?" shouted a gentleman, coming out of the hotel.
"Here I am, sir."
"You were to take us out to sail if you got out of that sc.r.a.pe, my boy."
"I'm not out of it, sir; but I can take you out to sail," replied the skipper of the Skylark.
"We are all ready, and Mr. Philbrook has put up a basket of stores for us; for we were going to take another boat if you couldn't go."
"The boat is all ready, sir. Where do you wish to go?"
"Don't care a fig where we go. All we want is a good sail."
"How long do you want to be out, sir?"
"O, till night."
"What do you say to a run up to Belfast?"
"Capital! But can you go as far as that in one day, or what is left of the day?"
"I can run up there with this wind, and the tide in our favor, in about three hours. It is blowing pretty fresh."
"I see it is."
"And the wind is west. The tide will turn about the time we get there, and the wind is fair both ways, or nearly all the way. If the wind holds, I can get you back before nine o'clock, and give you an hour or two in Belfast."
"All right, my lad. We don't care whether we get back by nine o'clock or not,--just as lief make a night of it as not," added the gentleman, who spoke for both.
"You can sleep tip-top in the cabin; but I will get you back by nine, if the wind don't die out. I can't warrant you against that."
"Belfast it is, my lad. Now, how much do you ask a day for your boat?"
"Seven dollars, sir, for the boat and crew; eight if we cook for you,"
replied Bobtail, who had decided to advance the price, as he stated, in order to pay for the few groceries and other stores.
"Cook?" queried the gentleman.
"If you take a fish dinner and supper on board, I charge a dollar more.
I can give you tea and coffee, fried fish, and fried potatoes. If you want meats, I must charge for them, too."
"Good, Captain Bobtail. We will have fish for dinner and supper, and pay you eight dollars," laughed the gentleman, amused at the business-like talk of the boy.
"But can we stop to catch fish?" asked his companion.
"We have time enough," answered the skipper.
"Then catch the fish by all means, for they are twice as good just out of the water."
Little Bobtail procured a small can of milk, and a bucket of fresh clams for bait. The yacht was amply supplied with water and stores, and the party hastened to the steps at the Portland steamer wharf. A boy in a boat pulled them off to the Skylark.
"Loose the mainsail, Monkey," shouted Bobtail, as the boat approached the yacht.
"Ay, ay," replied the Darwinian, with enthusiasm; for he was glad to vary the monotony of his situation as boat-keeper.
"Your crew is well named, Captain Bobtail," laughed one of the gentlemen.
"Yes, sir. Monkey is a queer-looking fellow, but he is just as good as they make them," replied Bobtail, as he leaped upon the deck of the Skylark.
The gentlemen were delighted with the yacht, and explored her above and below, while the skipper and his crew were hoisting the mainsail and weighing the anchor. In a few moments Bobtail took his place at the helm; the fresh breeze struck the mainsail as the skipper hauled in the sheet, and the Skylark heeled over, gathered headway, and went off like an arrow shot from a bow.
"See here, Captain Bobtail; you won't upset us--will you?" said one of his pa.s.sengers as the yacht heeled down, when she caught the breeze.
"O, no, sir. I mean to keep her right side up," replied the skipper.
"I have no doubt you mean to do so; but can you do it?"
"To be sure I can."