Back in 1938, I was a teenager in Grand Bank, Newfoundland. My father, Harold Patten, his brother Charles and cousin Cecil Patten operated a boat named Cinderella, which they used to ferry passengers around Fortune Bay and St. Pierre. One stormy night in early spring there came a knock on our door. A man wanted to go to St. Pierre that night. My father told him that it wasn't fit for a seal to be out and asked could he wait until morning. The man said he had to go that night and money was no object. My father took him to see my uncle and cousin, and they decided to go. I was to stay home. After a very rough crossing, they arrived in St. Pierre. When they were tying up, the passenger started climbing up to the wharf, saying "So long, suckers!" My uncle managed to grab him by the ankle and haul him down on the deck, where he was administered "Newfoundland justice." They took the fare from his wallet and his pocket watch, then threw him upon the wharf and immediately left for Grand Bank. Later we heard he was a spy. My father, before he passed away, gave the watch to my wife and she treats it as one of her proudest possessions.   Submitted By: NULL