Then the
boy reported that nothing had been seen or heard of his raft, though he
did not tell them he had discovered Sheriff Riley's skiff.
Cap'n Cod remarked that if he could only claim all the rewards he had
just seen offered, he could afford to run the _Whatnot_ by steam.
"There is one of a thousand dollars," he said, "for any information
that will lead to the capture of a gang of counterfeiters, supposed to
be operating in this vicinity. Then there is one of a hundred dollars
for the arrest of the fellow who ran off with Sheriff Riley's skiff,
and who is supposed to be a member of the same gang. There is still
another, of an equal amount, for any information as to the whereabouts,
if he is still living, or for the recovery of the body of a boy named
Caspar, the only son of my old friend, Major John Caspar, of Caspar's
Mill, in Wisconsin. He has disappeared most unaccountably, together
with a raft owned by his father. By-the-way, his first name is the
same as your last one, which is a little odd, for Winn is not a common
name. That's what it is, though, 'Winn Caspar.'"
CHAPTER XIX.
A CURIOUS COMPLICATION.
"So that is what I was arrested for, is it?" thought Winn. "I was
supposed to be one of a gang of counterfeiters, and a pretty desperate
sort of a character.
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