OUT OF A TIGHT CORNER Randy was surprised and dazed by the treatment he received at the hands of the enraged purser and for the moment knew not what to do. He rose slowly to his feet. "Don't you do that again!" he cried, a dangerous glitter coming into his eyes. "I will do it—unless you give up that letter." "You shall never have the letter, Peter Polk." "Ha! so you admit at last that you have it!" "I do." "Then hand it over or I will call an officer and have you locked up." "Call the officer, if you dare," and our hero shrugged his shoulders. "You stole more than the clothing and the letter," went on the purser, craftily. "You took fifty dollars in money." "I took absolutely nothing, and you know it." "Then you want me to call in the officer?" "Do as you please," s

