CHAPTER VI.
THE CARGO OF THE "EAGLE." "Well ?" "Well!" "Well!" The same word, but from three different persons, and spoken in three different inflections.
"Will somebody please hit me with something hard!" murmured Jack.
"What does it mean, Merry ?" asked Rattleton.
"You may search me!" exclaimed Frank, in rather expressive slang, something in which he seldom indulged, unless under great provocation.
Browning had said nothing.

He was pulling steadily at his pipe, quite unaware that it had gone out.
"What do you make of Mr.Peddington Slush ?" asked Jack.
"I don't know what to make of him," confessed Frank.

"About the only thing of which I am sure is that he has a corker for a name.

That name is enough to make any man look sad and dejected." "What did he come here for, anyhow ?" asked Rattleton.
"To find out about Raymond Bloodgood--he said." "I know he said so, but I don't stake any talk--I mean take any stock in that.

What difference does it make to him who Bloodgood is ?" "That was something he did not make clear." "He didn't seem to make anything clear," declared Jack.