Finally, the sailing-master arose, saying in a tone easily heard by Patsy: “Well, all right, I’ll do it. But I tell you, Moore, I don’t like it. There will be trouble for some of us, if it keeps up.” “There’ll be no more,” said Moore. “The Mogul has his mind set on this and——Well, if we don’t help in it, some one will be out of a job.” “And some of us take a chance of being in—somewhere else,” replied the other, with a bitter laugh. As he turned away Moore detained him, and there was a further whispered conversation, during which Patsy could see that they frequently looked at him. Finally the sailing-master called him over and asked: “Do you know how to obey orders and keep your mouth shut and your eyes closed for an extra wad?” “For that I do,” replied Patsy. “I size him up as right, Moore,” said the sailing-master. “Give him your orders.” He walked away. “There’s something on this afternoon that’ll make dollars for you,” said Moore. “All right,” said Patsy. “Well, then,” said Moore, “in twenty minutes you’ll go ashore and be posted in a certain place, where you can see all around you. And there you’ll stand. See?” Patsy nodded. “By and by, up on a hill that will be shown you, a man will wave a red cloth. If there are no policemen in sight you will wave a white handkerchief. If there are you’ll wave a green one. See?” “I see, all right.” “Then you’ll feet for the launch, and, getting aboard, shut your eyes. See?” “All right.” “Then you’re game for it.” “Game for anything.” Moore went away, but was back again shortly, telling him to follow. A steam launch lay alongside, into which Moore dropped, telling Patsy to follow. This launch ran off to a part of the beach rather out of sight and retired. A broken-down wharf stretched out into the water, and the launch ran up to it. At a signal Patsy went ashore. Four other men went ashore also, leaving two men aboard, one at the wheel, and the engineer. Patsy noticed that none of the other men seemed to be of the yacht’s crew. The six picked their way over the wharf or pierway and reached the land. It was a lonely spot, a large, unbroken waste, few houses or buildings near. They all followed Moore for some three hundred yards, when he stopped, saying to Patsy: “This is your post. Now keep your eyes open for policemen. Up on that hill yonder the man will be with the red flag. If the way is clear and nobody down there where we landed, wave this.” He handed Patsy a napkin. Moore took the other men away. Just then a bell tolled in the distance. “The devil!” exclaimed Patsy. “We’re not far from Greenwood Cemetery.” Then he said again: “And the funeral is to-day.” He sat down on a stone and did some thinking. The result of this was that he took off his coat, turned it inside out and put it on again, looking as if he had another coat on. From his pockets he drew a wig and put that on. He rolled up his cap and put on a slouch hat.