"Hold hard, I give in!"
The captain staggered back with petrifying astonishment.
The next moment he had hurled the figure to the ground, had planted his knees upon its chest, and, leveling his revolver at its head, hissed out:
"Move an inch, speak a word, and I will shoot you like a dog."
Then with the other hand he tore off the skull mask, flung it aside and glared down with a smile of triumph and malice upon the weather-beaten face of Willie Sanderson!
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE SMUGGLERS.
The captain drew a long breath, shifted his knee a little on the chest of the prostrate man and smiled.