"What for?"
"It was he who knocked me down and robbed me."
"Nonsense; it was a Carib did, that!" cried Bob.
"I do not believe it."
"If Robert Menden knocked you down, would he take the trouble to bind up your wound afterward?"
"He probably got scared, being afraid that he had killed me and must hang for it."
"You is away off de track," said Danny. "A big black feller struck you down—we kin all give our word on dat."
"I am not willing to take your word."
"Then you had better clear out and leave us alone," said Dick, sharply.
"Don't get too dictatorial, young man."