"D'ye think I'm a thief ?" Mr.Chalk stared in his turn.

"But who does it belong to, then ?" he inquired.
"I don't know," replied the captain.

"All I know is, it isn't mine, and that's enough for me.

Whether it was rightly come by I don't know.
There it is, and there it'll stay till the crack of doom." "Don't you know any of his relations or friends ?" persisted the other.
"I know nothing of him except his name," said the captain, "and I doubt if even that was his right one.

Don Silvio he called himself--a Spaniard.