"Well, what now?" demanded the Red Rover.
"I told you that we would make terms, or I would fight it to the death."
"Bah! what care I for your threats? What position are you in to talk of terms? You are as good as in my hands already. Come on, boys!"
"One moment," cried Dick. "It is true that I have no guns at hand, as you well know, and it is also true that I cannot roll the boulder, but I have a weapon nevertheless."
"What is it?"
"This bag of money."
"Ha! ha! ha! What is that?"
"I will tell you what it is. It is a fortune in compact form. If I set a match to its contents it will go up in smoke."
There was a howl instantly.
"And I can do it before you can get up to a level where you can get a shot at me," said Dick. "All you will find will be a little heap of ashes for your trouble."