of surge and swell about a steamer, especially in the
neighbourhood of the screw, and it is very possible, I may say highly
probable, that the missing bags were lost as the mail was being passed
up the side."

"But how would that affect the incoming mail?" asked the other. "Did
that drop over the side, too?"

"No, sir," said the diminutive man, drawing himself up to his full
height. "There is nothing to prove that the incoming mail was anything
but complete. We are honest people in Timber Town, sir. I do not believe
we have in the entire community men capable of perpetrating so vile a
crime." He turned to the Father of Timber Town for corroboration. "I
appeal to you, Mr. Crewe; to you, sir, who have known the town from its
inception."

Mr. Crewe drew his pipe from his mouth, and said, with great
deliberation, "Well, that is, ah--that is a very difficult question. I
may say that though Timber Town is remarkably free from crime, still I
have known rascals here, and infernal dam' rascals, too."

The little man fairly bristled with indignation at this remark. He was
about to refute the stigma laid on his little pet town, when the door
opened and in walked Scarlett, dressed still in his travel-stained
clothes, and with his beard unshorn.

His appearance was so strange, that the little argumentative man
believed an intruder, of low origin and objectionable occupation, had
invaded the sacred precincts of his club.

"I beg your pardon, but what does this mean, sir?" he asked; immense
importance in his bearing, gesture, and tone. "You have made some
mistake, sir. I should like to know if your name has been duly entered
in the visitors' book, and by whom, sir?"

Taking no notice of these remarks, Jack walked straight across the room,
and held out his hand to Mr. Crewe. The white-haired old gentleman was
on his feet in a moment. He took the proffered hand, and said, with a
politeness which was as easy as it was natural, "What is it I can do for
you, sir? If you will step this way, we can talk quite comfortably in
the ante-room."

Jack laughed. "I don't believe you know me," he said.

"'Pon my honour, you're right. I don't," said Mr. Crewe.

Jack laughed again, a thing which in a non-member almost caused the
pompous little man to explode with indignation.

"I'm the fellow, you know, who went to look for the new gold-field,"
said Jack, "and by the lord! I've found it."

"Scarlett! Is it you?" exclaimed old Mr. Crewe.