CHAPTER IX.
CAPTURED BY WHITECAPS.
Fuming with fury, the Conrads walked back into the village.
“I think I will have him arrested!” grated Darius. “Assault and battery—that’s the charge! He must be punished for what he has done, the young ruffian!”
“That’s right, governor,” whined Dyke, who walked with a limp, and had a general shaken-up appearance. “If you don’t give it to him, I will!”
“You? Haw! You are no match for him.”
“Not alone.”
“Nor with me to aid you. Why, the fellow has muscles of steel, and he is quick as a cat!”
“You wouldn’t be asked to help.”
“Hum! No? What are you driving at?”