"I don't know," was my reply. "They went off in the jolly-boat and left us behind."
"You can tell your story in the cabin," put in another man, who was dressed in navy-blue and wore a badge upon his breast.
"Yes, that would be best," said the lawyer. "How do you feel?"
"All right."
"A little hungry," added Phil.
"You shall dine at once," said the captain, a man by the name of Flagg.
He led the way to the cabin, and the lawyer, the man in navy-blue, Phil and I followed.
"This is Luke Foster, and this is Philip Jones," said Mr. Ranson, presenting us. "Captain Flagg, and Mr. Henshaw, of the government force."
We all shook hands and sat down. Then Phil and I told our stories straight to the finish, and I also produced the letters I had taken from the locker in Captain Hannock's stateroom.
"A serious case, a serious case indeed," said Mr. Henshaw, when we had finished. "Will you let me retain these letters?"
I looked at Mr. Ranson.
"Yes; let him have them. The matter is now in the hands of the government."
By the time our story was at an end the supper
