The detective, who had been lashed to the pilot house, reused himself to shout: "You'll make a nice mess of it trying to get him away from the Government. The whole lot of you are crooks, and you're holding me at your peril." The discharge of freight had not ceased during this colloquy. The crane swung over the wharf at regular intervals, and the men with the wheelbarrows trotted back and forth with the spirit and agility of men intent upon finishing an honest day's work. As Putney Congdon, mystified but obedient, rowed away, his father began begging Perky to leave the place and steer for Canada. "You promised to protect me but you've made a fool of me," the old man wailed. "You betrayed me to the police; you--" The Governor flung a sack of potatoes into a wheelbarrow, and surveyed the infuriated Eliphalet for a moment. "Pray calm yourself, Mr. Congdon, and please be careful how you charge people with serious crimes. It seems to be an obsession with you that everybody on earth is a crook. The proposition interests me psychologically. When I get through with this freight I'll look at your data. Meanwhile I solemnly warn you to make no charge against me or any friends of mine that you can't prove." It was five o'clock when the last of the cargo was landed in the store house. The engineer (a gentleman whose grimy face and mournful eyes belied his record as a hold-up man) sounded the whistle. Ruth ran down to the shore and Archie and the Governor went to meet her. "O you angels!" she cried. "I've just taken a peep into the store house and you've given us enough food to last all next summer. It's perfectly splendid. I wasn't watching--really, I wasn't--for I had to keep the girls busy; but you did have trouble of some sort?" "Nothing of the slightest consequence," the Governor answered. "We tried to catch Carey but he was too quick for us. But we did pick up a friend of his--the gentleman you see giving an exhibition of haughty disdain out there on the tug. Keep everybody well under cover tonight and don't be alarmed by anything you hear. We'll soon be through with this business." "Who's that funny little man on the tug? He seems anxious to attract attention!" Eliphalet Congdon was engaged in an argument with the detective, who, being helpless, was obliged to endure a tirade the old gentleman was delivering to the accompaniment of an occasional prod of the inevitable umbrella. "That," said the Governor, "is Edith Congdon's paternal grandfather; an estimable person fallen upon evil times." "You don't mean Mr. Eliphalet Congdon!" "Most emphatically I do." "And have he and his son settled their differences?" "Not so you would notice it! But they'll be loving each other when I get through with them." "Do you know," said the girl, looking wonderingly into the Governor's eyes, "I don't suppose I could ever learn to know when you're fooling and when you're not."