"You rascal! What is the meaning of this?"
The words were spoken in English, and caused Joseph Farvel to jump as though he had been shot. Turning, he saw himself confronted by several gentlemen, one of whom carried a pistol.
"Mr. Grey!" gasped Dick—as he recognized the gentleman Bob had brought to the Dashaway, while taking on stores at St. Augustine—"Help me, please!"
"Why, is it possible!" ejaculated the merchant. "You are—er—the young man from that yacht, are you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"And who is this—this villain?"
"An Englishman, who has tried to do our party a great deal of injury. He claims that a treasure that we have been hunting for belongs to him."
"That is no reason why he should treat you in this fashion. Stand where you are, sir, while I release the youth."
Several of the party sprang to Dick's side and one cut the vines. Then Garrison Grey turned to collar Joseph Farvel.
But the rascal realized the position he was in, and not wishing to serve a term in prison, he dashed away, straight for the jungle.