steal Mr. Longley's yacht."

"Then it was you, George Browning, who told these fellers that the boat
wasn't mine?" said Bart, angrily.

" Yes, it was," replied the messenger, who appeared excited, "an' these
fellers can get home without you, for our manager says he'll pay their
fare. He. telegraphed to New York, an' if the little feller's name is
Edward Hawley, he's goin' to give 'em all they want to eat, an' buy a
stateroom, an' they are to go like reg'lar swells."

"'Tis Edward Hawley," piped Ned, jumping up on his tired little feet.

It was not many seconds before Joe and Ned were out from behind the
barrels, questioning George, in breathless excitement.

"The manager of your office had telegraphed down here,to know if you
come on the boat," said George, as soon as the boys gave him an
opportunity to speak, " an' to pay your fare back if you was here. So
when I told our manager, he knew all about it. Then when I told him
about the other feller, he said folks in New York had been telegraphing
all around the country for a boy by the name of Edward Hawley. Now
you'd better come up to the office, an' everything'll be all right."

As may be imagined, it was not many moments before Joe and Ned were
telling their
stories to the manager of the office in which George was employed, and
then their troubles were over. The fact that they were in Providence,
and safe, was telegraphed to New York at once, and George was. detailed
to show the boys around the city until time for the boat to leave, for