"You took our ten dollars fast enough," said Dick. He turned to the others. "Hadn't he better give that money up?"
"Yes, make him give it ye back," said old Jacob. "He don't deserve a cent." And the others agreed with him.
When the Carib was made to understand what was wanted, his face grew as dark as the night outside. "You rob poor man—dat no fair," he muttered.
"You are a rascal and ought to be in jail," answered Robert Menden. "Give the boys their money back and be quick about it."
But Bumbum was a miser, and rather than part with a single peseta, he determined to try running away. With a bound he reached the outside of the shack and started to run, when Don tripped him up and sent him headlong.
A short struggle ensued, but the Carib was speedily overpowered, and then his hands were bound behind him. In his pocket he had not only the money Dick and Leander had been forced to give him, but also the wallet stolen from Joseph Farvel.
"Here is your money, lads," said Robert Menden, as he handed the silver to the two boys. "I must say I don't know what to do about Farvel's wallet."
"Keep it, until you have the chance to give it back to him," suggested Bob; and this advice was acted upon.
"And now what's to do with this critter?" put in old Jacob.
"He ought to be handed over to the authorities."