"For Boston."
"That will just suit me. I can't pay for the passage though. I haven't any money."
"Was your vessel insured?"
"Only about half value."
The two captains and Mr. Henshaw disappeared into the cabin. We waited impatiently.
"I guess he's done for," said Phil.
"Yes; Mr. Henshaw intends to arrest them one at a time, so there will be no fuss," replied the lawyer.
About five minutes after there was a call for Lowell, and a minute after one for Crocker.
"That settles it," said Phil with a grin.
"Were none of the others in it?" asked Mr. Ranson of me.
"I hardly think so."
Just then one of the yacht hands approached us.
The captain would like to see you in the cabin," he said.
"All of us?" I asked.
"Yes, sir."
So we went down into the cabin, Mr. Ranson first, Phil following, and myself last.
The three prisoners were standing in a row, all heavily handcuffed.
