"Feeling hungry, ain't you?" put in Martin Harris.
"You shut up!" roared Dan Baxter, for Harris had hit the nail exactly on the head. "We'll settle this with the Rovers and the police, not with you."
"You'll settle with me for burning my sails and breaking my lanterns," retorted the skipper of the Searchlight wrathfully.
"Let us come to terms," went on Arnold Baxter in a milder tone.
"I reckon what you want principally is to rescue Dora Stanhope?"
"Yes, I want that," said Dick quickly.
"If we hand her over to you, will you promise not to follow us any longer?"
"Well—er—what of that money—" began Dick, glancing at those around him.
"We can't let you go," interposed Sergeant Brown. "You are wanted for that robbery in Albany."
"We deny the robbery," said Arnold Baxter.
"All right—you'll have a chance to clear yourself in court."