this fire get started in the harbor."

"It would ruin me," replied the captain. "That's my vessel over there,
and she is all I have in the world. If I lose her, I shall be high and
dry aground."

Harry did not wonder that the old sailor felt uneasy. He was so nervous
himself that he could not stand still, and he became appalled when he
thought of the possible consequences of Tom Newcombe's attempt to carry
out his "splendid idea." He had placed a million dollars' worth of
property in jeopardy, and all to satisfy an unreasonable grudge against
his father, the students, and the principal of the academy. If the fire
he had kindled in the galley of the Storm King should spread to the
shipping in front of Mr. Newcombe's elevator, Tom might be revenged in a
way he had not thought of. He had promised to raise a breeze in the
village, that would lead the people there to believe that they had never
known any thing about him, and he had succeeded beyond his most sanguine
expectations.

The uneasiness was not confined to the crews of the vessels that were
moored about the yacht--it began to spread through the town. Mr.
Newcombe's night watchman, who had by this time been discovered and
released, had found out that there was something unusual going on, and
he was ringing the bell on the elevator, as if his life depended upon
his arousing the village in the shortest possible space of time. Then
the alarm bells, and the big bell at the academy joined in, the fire
engines rattled through the streets, men began to run about the wharves,
and in a few minutes all Newport was in commotion. Some thought the town
was on fire; but the flames had thus far been confined to the galley of
the Storm King, and, thanks to Harry and his crew, they were likely to
remain there.

"What do you think of it, sir?" asked the first lieutenant, when the old
sailor returned from the galley.

"O, it's all right. I couldn't see much on account of the smoke; but
there's no danger now if you keep the draft shut away from it."

Before Harry could reply, another yawl dashed up alongside the yacht,
and a second party of sailors clambered over the side, headed by a
burly, red-whiskered man, who seemed to be in a terrible rage about
something.

"It beats the world what little sense some people have," said he,
hurrying up to the old captain, who was standing beside Harry. "The idea
of giving a lot of little brats like these full charge of a vessel! I've
had m