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"No, I guess he won't," agreed the judge, "and it serves him

right. He'll probably have to sell his schooner and start life

over again somewhere else. I hope he starts honestly this time.

Then you won't take any action against him, Code?"

"Me? Oh, no!" said Schofield. "I've nothing against him now. Let

him go. But I'll tell you one thing, squire--he had better be

smuggled away to-night quietly, because, if the crowd gets hold

of him, it might not be good for his health."

The squire agreed and Code went back to his work. Late that

afternoon Pete Ellinwood swung the last basket of the catch to

the scales and Code completed his tally.

"Sixteen hundred and seventy quintal," he announced, "and

forty-three pounds. At a hundred pounds a quintal that makes

167,078 pounds, and at three cents a pound totals to $5,012.34.

Not bad for a two months' cruise, but my soul and body, Bill

Boughton, how the fish did run!"