through the world without the least difficulty; while
I--just look at me! I won't stand it; now, that's all about it! I'll
raise a breeze in that village one of these fine days, that will make
the people there think they have never known any thing about Tom
Newcombe."

Tom always worked himself into a passion when he talked about the wrongs
he imagined the world had done him; and as he dwelt upon Harry Green's
success--which he foolishly attributed to luck, instead of downright
earnest labor--and drew a contrast between their stations in life, he
got angrier with every sentence he uttered; and when he declared that he
"wouldn't stand it," he jumped up and stamped his foot furiously upon
the ground, to emphasize his words.

"Well, now, Muley, I can't see the use of talkin' on that ar' way," said
the governor. "The world has been mighty mean to us, but it might have
used us a heap worse."

"O, now, I can't see it!" drawled Tom. "I'd like to know if I wasn't
used just as badly as I could be when I lost that yacht?"

"Of course not. You might have been put in jail, like the rest of the
fellers."

"What fellows?"

"Why, Friday, Will Atkins, an' all our crowd."

"They are not in jail. They are ferrying on the harbor every day, and
nobody troubles them. If you were to go back to the village, no one
would say a word to you."

The governor shut one eye, and looked at Tom through, the half-closed
lids of the other. "Do you see any thing green about me?" he asked. "We
stole the skiff--every body knows that--an' it wasn't no fault of our'n
that Bobby Jennings got her agin. That's contrary to law, an' Mr.
Grimes, bein' an officer, is bound to put us through for it. He thinks
that by lettin' them fellers alone he will get me to go back to the
village, and then he'll arrest the whole of us, an' pack us off to jail.
But I'm too sharp fur him. He said I couldn't pull no wool over his
eyes, an' he'll find that he can't pull none over mine, neither."

"But I tell you that every body thinks you are drowned," said Tom.

"That's all mighty nice, but it don't fool Governor Barton. I just aint
going back to Newport, 'cause I know it aint safe. I jumped overboard
from the yacht 'cause I didn't want to let Mr. Grimes get his hands on
me, an' I'd be the biggest kind of a dunce to put myself in his way
ag'in. But I say, Muley, don't it beat all the world how them 'cademy
swells got out of the hold that night?"

"It doesn't beat me;