the envelope. "Say, where is this Crab man?"
"Dunno."
"Where did he go after giving you the note?"
"Dunno."
Just then Mr. Hicks uttered an exclamation that drew all attention to him and the fisherman's boy slipped out.
"Great cats!" roared Bill Micks. "Listen to this, folks! What d'ye make of it?
"'Now I got you right. Whoever you be, you are wanting to get hold of the girl. I know where she is. You won't never know unless I get that five hundred dols. the paper talked about. You leave it at the lighthouse. Mis Purling will take care of it and I reckon on getting it from her when I want it. When she has got the five hundred dols. I will let you know how to find the girl. So, no more at present, from
"Listen here to it, will ye? Why, if once I get my paws on this here Crab"
"You want to get the girl most; don't you?" interrupted Mercy, sharply.
"Of course!"
"Then you'd better see if paying the money to him—just as he says—won't bring her to you. You offered the reward, you know."
