"Don't pay any hundred for me," Sam White exclaimed, springing to his feet. "I'll jump over-board and swim back."
Frank laid a hand on the boy's arm and pushed him back into a seat.
"It's all right," he said. "I did agree to pay a hundred dollars a passenger. You're quite welcome to the ride at my expense."
As Frank spoke he took a roll of bank notes from another pocket and stripped off one of the denomination of one hundred dollars.
Jamison saw large denominations, some as high as five hundred dollars, in the roll, and his evil eyes glittered greedily.
When Frank put up the roll, the fellow's eyes followed it until it passed out of sight in the pocket. Other members of the crew had seen the money also, and Tommy was decidedly uncomfortable as he thought of the situation they were in.
Having received his pay, Jamison grew very friendly and confidential, and began pointing out the show places along the dim coast.
Presently Sam whispered cautiously in Tommy's ear:
"He is headed for the Barren islands, and not Cordova," he said.