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164 THE ARGOSY. should: be done when the steamer arrived at her destination, for that was to depend upon the situation at the Hermitage. When the Hebe was within a quarter of a mile of Cape Cod, Captain Green- way called through the speaking tube for the engineer to stop her, for he did not wish to disturb the intruders before the ex detective decided what should be done. Leaving the pilot house, he went to the after cabin and knocked at the door, for the conference between the two gentlemen was held with closed doors, though there was no one on board to bother them. Mr. Cavan answered the knock, and seemed to be greatly surprised when informed that the steamer had reached her destination, for he had evidently been as much interested in the affairs of his friend as he had been in those of the captain. “ All right, Paul——_” ‘“ Don’t call me by that name, if you please,” interposed Phil, in a whisper. “T am afraid I shall be discovered, for no one at the lake has the least idea who I am.” “ Very well, Captain Greenway; I will not forget it again, and you shall not have occasion to complain of me for letting the cat out of the bag,” replied the agent, withalaugh. “ But Iam not sure that it would not be better to tell Westlawn all about your history, though I have not said a single word to him yet.” “ Tell him about my history!” exclaimed the captain, wondering what the shrewd ex detective could be thinking about. “I hope you will not do any- thing of the kind.” | “I will not without your knowledge and consent,” added Cavan, with an expression that puzzled Phil. “ For the present we will confine our attention to these fellows in the shanty, though I have not seen anything of the sur- roundings and have not the least idea where we are.” “TI told you that we are off Cape Cod, and the shanty is not more than a quarter of a mile from us,” said the captain. “ Have you seen anything of the happy pair, as I heard you call them? ” asked the agent. | For some reason which Phil could not comprehend, he seemed to be in excellent humor, and was even inclined to be mirthful, though he ought to have been sleepy and stupid after being up nearly the whole of the night. “ Everything is exactly as I left it last night.” “As the happy pair did not sleep any night before last, they will make a long snooze of it this morning, and they may not put in an appearance for hours yet,” continued Cavan, as he came out of the cabin to the open space at the stern of the boat. ‘The Hermitage is dead ahead of the steamer,” said the captain pointing forward. Mr. Westlawn followed his friend out of the cabin; but Cavan stopped him, and said he was working at his old profession, so that his operations must be conducted privately, though he seemed to be inclined to laugh all the time. “ Captain Greenway, my friend has not had much sleep tonight, any more COLNT ecomilEclooolks