"I'll see to it you're comfortable. And, look here, do you know what I'd do next—the very minute you've got through your dispatch?"
"No; what, sir?"
"I'd go down to the office of the Knoxport Anchor and ask for Benny Fillmore, the editor. Fillmore sends all the news from this part of the country to some of the New York and Boston papers. He'll telegraph your whole story to two or three, to-night. It'll be in print to-morrow, and that's a way of telling all your friends that you're alive and waiting to hear from them that likely will beat any other."
"That is a good idea," Philip replied, struck with it. "It's doubtful how soon we can get direct word."
But as he spoke he remembered a reason why Mr. Banger's last suggestion was not a good one, after all. No, better not adopt it.
"I'll just step to the desk and register for you, or let you do it for yourselves. Eh? What's that?"
"I think it would be better for us not to register," Philip said, slowly, "if you don't mind; and, on second thoughts, perhaps we
