"You're a fair wonder, an' no mistake. By Gad, how did you
manage it? The Governor has raised the whole crimson town, I will say
that for him. I don't know his lingo, but I rather fancy he swore to
have a scalp for every hair on Miss Irene's head if she didn't turn up
afore daylight. Where was she? Who took her off? The police are huntin'
for your friend Alfie this hour an' more."
Stump's concluding item was at once gratifying and puzzling.
"How did they come to suspect him?" asked Dick, ignoring the rest of
his commander's outburst.
"Mrs. Haxton put 'em on his track. You see, it was this way. I sent the
jolly-boat's crew back to the yacht with, orders that Tagg was to arm
every mother's son on board, an' be ready for action when Mr. Fenshawe
gev the word. The old man wasn't half mad, I can tell you. I take my
solemn davy he'd have stormed that bloomin' fort to-morrow mornin'.
Mrs. Haxton heard about the trouble, an' wrote a note sayin' as how
that Dago we saw to-day was at the bottom of the whole dam business.
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