Without much effort he broke open the door and gained the cabin.
Going to the cupboard, he took the bottle Morris had said contained the drug and mixed the greater portion of it with the liquor on the table.
He regained his covert just as Morris and the men re-entered the cabin.
In a few minutes the party were engaged in playing games with a greasy pack of cards and drinking the drugged liquor.
Will noticed that Parker drank less heavily than his companions, and that he watched the captain narrowly.
An hour later the game was played slowly and the men seemed to become drowsy.
The drugged liquor had done its work. Will was in a fever of anxiety as he noticed that Parker alone seemed to resist the effects of the drug.
Even he, as he observed that all of his companions slumbered deeply, with difficulty arose to his feet.
He came over to where Morris sat and then seemed to reflect.
“The pocket-book contains a fortune for me,” he muttered, “and if I stay with Morris I’ll be sure to get into trouble. I declare I’m feeling dizzy and sleepy; I’ll wait and take the pocket-book l-a-t-e-r.”