But I have this to say: If anything happens to that canoe, or to anything else here, I shall make it my business to get hold of Officer Curtis, and he and I will drop in and show your father this chisel, and this piece of paper that it was wrapped in.

As you will see, Curtis has written his signature on the paper and on the handle of the chisel, so that he may identify them again at any time.
Now, Ripley, I won't look for you to pay this yard any more visits except in a proper way and during regular business hours.

Good morning!" Hiram Driggs held out his hand as smilingly as ever, and Fred took it in a flabby grasp, feeling as though he were going to faint.

Then without a word Ripley slunk out of the office, while Driggs gazed after him still smiling.
"The mean scoundrel!" panted Fred, as he hurried away, his knees trembling under him.

"There isn't a meaner fellow in town than Hiram Driggs, and some day he'll go and tell my father just for spite.