“I have ten times that amount in my pocket book.”
“It ain’t yours.”
“Whose, then?”
“It was stolen from the owners of the Albatross.”
Morris scowled deeply at Will’s words.
“They’ll have to prove it’s theirs,” he cried, “and I’ll risk their getting it. I have one satisfaction. Your family will be turned out of their home before another week.”
Will was silent and abruptly left the cabin.
He had confidence enough in his own ability and that of his brother Alan to make some arrangement for adjusting the matter of the mortgage.
Going up on the deck he instructed his assistant to keep a close watch over the prisoners.
“Are you going away?” asked the latter.