“We’ve got him,” whispered Ford. “Stand by to shoot if necessary, or else give me the gun.”
“I’ll take care of the gun. Let us creep up and surprise him.”
“I’ll go ahead, and call on him to surrender, while you point the gun at his head. That will bring him to terms,” said Ford.
And he jumped aboard Carney’s sloop.
“Hullo, Carney!” he called out.
There was a second of silence, and then Andy Carney’s face appeared at the entrance to the cuddy.
“What do you want?” he demanded, with an ugly look on his face.
“We want you,” replied my helper. “Come out of that at once!”
“I’ll come out when I please,” was the sullen response.