"Come up-town, an' let's get some more things, for we hain't got half enough to last us to New York." "I guess not," said Joe. "I hain't goin' to spend any more money for such things, and, too, we won't go with you in the boat if we never get home." "Why not?" and Bartholomew stood before them, a perfect picture of painful surprise. "Well, you see we hain't sure that you own the boat, an' we concluded not to run any risks." "S'posen I don't own the boat, so long as I can get her. I'll fix all that, an' you've only got to come along." " I guess we can walk, thank'ee. We'd rather do that than steal a boat." "Oh, you're too much of a girl to suit me, if you don't dare to do a little thing like that," said Master West, loftily, and then he walked slowly away, much as if he expected the' boys would call him back, when they found that he was really intending to leave them to their fate. " We want to get home pretty bad," said Joe; "but not so much that we're willing to steal a boat to go in." "All right, you can stay here, an' starve to death, for all I care. You'll be sorry, though." "You'll be sorry, Bart West," cried a voice from up the street; "but you can't get any messenger boy to go in with you when you're goin' to steal Mr. Longley's yacht." "Then it was you, George Browning, who told these fellers that the boat wasn't mine?" said Bart, angrily. " Yes, it was," replied the messenger, who appeared excited, "an' these fellers can get home without you, for our manager says he'll pay their fare. He. telegraphed to New York, an' if the little feller's name is Edward Hawley, he's goin' to give 'em all they want to eat, an' buy a stateroom, an' they are to go like reg'lar swells." "'Tis Edward Hawley," piped Ned, jumping up on his tired little feet. It was not many seconds before Joe and Ned were out from behind the barrels, questioning George, in breathless excitement. "The manager of your office had telegraphed down here,to know if you come on the boat," said George, as soon as the boys gave him an opportunity to speak, " an' to pay your fare back if you was here. So when I told our manager, he knew all about it. Then when I told him about the other feller, he said folks in New York had been telegraphing all around the country for a boy by the name of Edward Hawley. Now you'd better come up to the office, an' everything'll be all right." As may be imagined, it was not many moments before Joe and Ned were telling their stories to the manager of the office in which George was employed, and then their troubles were over. The fact that they were in Providence, and safe, was telegraphed to New York at once, and George was. detailed to show the boys around the city until time for the boat to leave, for Mr. Hawley had sent word that Ned should be supplied with what he needed to make him comfortable and happy.