"We'll soon see," spoke Jack. "It's coming this way." "Don't go near it! Don't touch it, boys!" pleaded Washington. "It'll put de evil eye on yo', suah! Turn yo' haids away!" But the boys were not so easily frightened. The white thing did look queer, but Jack reasoned correctly that the darkness of the night magnified it, and made it appear stranger than it probably was. "I'm going to try to get it," said Mark. The white thing was now quite close. It resembled a bundle of rags, floating on top of the water, and, as it came nearer, it seemed to take on a curious form. "It's a baby! It's de ghost ob a little dead baby!" cried the colored man. "Let it alone, I tell you!" Indeed, now that Washington had suggested it, the boys could see a resemblance to a child in the white object. But this did not deter them. Jack secured a boat hook from where it was fastened to the platform. With it he gently poked at the white thing. The object seemed to collapse and Jack was conscious of a strange feeling. Then, with slow motions, he drew it close to the side of the ship. Lying on his face he was able to get a good look at the thing. He muttered an exclamation. "What is it?" cried Mark. "Nothing but a newspaper!" announced Jack with a laugh, as he threw it on the deck. "All our trouble for nothing." "I shore thought it were a ghost," cried Washington as he got up from his knees. The boys went to their bunks. They were the first ones awake the next morning, and Jack followed Mark on deck. "There's the paper you rescued from drowning," said Mark. "So it is," came from Jack. "I wonder if there's any news in it." The sheet had dried out and Jack spread it open. No sooner had he scanned the first page than he uttered a whistle. "Something startling?" asked Mark. "Startling! I guess yes! Look here!" Mark looked over Jack's shoulder. Staring at them, from amid a mass of other news was the announcement in big black type: REWARD FOR BOY ANARCHISTS! Then followed an account of the burning of the hotel at Easton, a vivid description with pictures, of how it had been blown up in an attempt to assassinate Lord Peckham, and how the two boys, sons of an English anarchist, had escaped. The rest of the story was given over to a description which Jack and Mark could see was meant for them though it was incorrect in several particulars. How the boys had escaped the detective, through the trolley car mishap, was related, and then came the startling announcement that the hotel authorities had offered a reward of $1,000 for the capture of either or both of the boy anarchists. To this Lord Peckham had added an equal sum. "Well, it looks as if we were of some importance in the world," remarked Jack. "Rather," agreed Mark. "Think of having a price on our heads! Well, that detective certainly is a hustler. When is that paper dated?"