Dangle." Fisher fairly tore his hair over this scoundrelly document.

His impulse was to go over then and there, drag the writer out of his bed, and make him literally swallow his own words.

He might have done it, had not the captain just then looked in.
"Why, what's up ?" said the latter, who seemed none the worse for his big climb.

"What's the matter ?" "Matter?
Read this!" shouted Fisher.
Yorke read the letter.

An angry flush spread over his face as he did so.
"He shall answer for it to-night!" said Fisher.