"I heard that Phil had manufactured one." "No," answered Dave.

"We--that is.

I--had some trouble with Mr.Poole." He turned to his sister.

"Where is father ?" "Gone out of town on business.

He'll be back this evening." "And Uncle Dunston ?" "Uncle went with him." "Oh, that's too bad!" And Dave's face showed more concern than ever.
"What was the trouble about ?" asked Jessie, who was quick to see that Dave was ill at ease.
"Oh, Mr.Poole thought I shot at him--but I didn't," replied Dave, and then told the story.
"Oh, Dave, do you really think he'll have you locked up!" burst out his sister, while Jessie's face showed her deep concern.
"I don't know what he'll do," was the slow answer.
"Oh, maybe he won't do anything--after he calms down," said the shipowner's son.