"You canting little monkey! What have you been doing?" roared he. "Since I could not do what you wished me to do, I have returned your money," replied Donald, rising from his chair, for he feared the captain intended to assault him. "Have you disobeyed my orders, you whelp?" "I have; for I told you I should tell no lies." "I'll break every bone in your body for this!" howled Captain Shivernock. "Not yet, captain," interposed Mr. Beardsley. "You may have something else to break before you do that job." "Who are you?" demanded the wicked nabob, with what was intended as a withering sneer; but no one wilted under it. "A deputy sheriff of Waldo County, at your service; and I have a warrant for your arrest." "For my arrest!" gasped Captain Shivernock, dismounting from his high horse, for he had a wholesome fear of the penalties of violated law. "Here is the document," added the sheriff, producing a paper. "For what?" "For breaking and entering in the night time, in the first place, and for an aggravated assault on Jacob Hasbrook in the second." "What assault? You can't prove it." "Yes, we can; we went a-fishing down in Saturday Cove this morning, and we caught a bundle, containing a pair of boots, a blue frock, and other articles, including the stick the assault was committed with. They were sunk with half a pig of lead, the other half of which I found in the Juno. I hope you are satisfied." "No, I'm not. I didn't leave my house till four o'clock that morning; and I can prove it." "You will have an opportunity to do so in court." The wicked nabob was silent. "I was bound to follow this thing up to the bitter end," said Hasbrook, rejoiced at the detection of the wretch. "You got what you deserved, you miserable, canting villain!" roared the captain. "You cheated me out of a thousand dollars, by giving me an indorser you knew wasn't worth a dollar." "But I meant to pay you. I pay my debts. I appeal to Captain Patterdale to say whether I do or not." "I think you do when it is for your interest to do so, or when you can't help it," added the good nabob, candidly. "I suppose you know Mr. Laud Cavendish, captain?" "I do," growled the rich culprit. "He is the fellow that saved a man's life down at Haddock Ledge; a man he hadn't been introduced to, who gave him a pile of money for the job, but didn't give him his name." "But, Captain Shivernock, you said you gave him some money, and you didn't tell us what you gave it to him for," added Beardsley. "That was my joke." "We do not see the point of it." "I only wanted the privilege of proving to Captain Patterdale that he was mistaken about the bill, by showing him three more just like it." "How do you fold your money, Captain Shivernock?" asked the nabob. "None of your business, you canting psalm-singer." "I shall be obliged to commit you," said the sheriff, sharply. "Commit me!" howled the wicked nabob. "I should like to see you do it."