doubt the sailor was the captain's ready tool on an occasions.
"What are you going to do about it?" asked Phil curiously.
"Get it back if I can," I replied with determination. "I'm not going to be fleeced in this manner."
"You'd better let it go," said the cabin boy, with a grave shake of his head. "You'll only get yourself into trouble, and it won't do a bit of good."
Phil Jones's advice was good, and I would have saved myself considerable trouble by following it.
But I was angry, and, as a consequence, did not stop to count the cost.
I searched my other pockets, and soon learned that everything I had had about my person was gone, including the letter from England. No doubt it was through this letter that Captain Hannock had found out my name.
