"Save me!" he bawled again. "I can't swim!"
"We'll save you!" answered Snap. "But see here, Barrock," he added, suddenly.
"What?"
"You will have to give us those documents you took from the sawmill."
"I—-I—-ain't got them."
"Well, then, we'll leave you where you are," said Snap, just to test the rascal.
"No! no! I—-I'll give you the papers!"
"Very well, then."
The craft came alongside of the robber and he was helped on board. He was badly scared and trembling from head to foot. A burning brand had come down on his left ear, singeing that member and also his fiery red hair.
"Now give me those papers," demanded Snap, and without waiting thrust his hand into the man's pocket and drew them forth. "Have you the money, too?"