“Aha! you lie to me. Ve sall see. Here, you two boy, come here, vite—vite!”
The guards made way for them, and followed just behind, as they marched back to where the captain was seated, with old Daygo standing before him.
The old man gave each of them a peculiar look, and then turned to the captain again.
“Now zen,” cried that individual, “you ’ave seen zis man. Him you know?”
“Yes,” said Vince; “of course we do.”
“Aha! ze old friend. And he tell you of ze cavern and ze smuggling, and how you find ze vay here?”
“No, not a word,” said Vince stoutly. “But I can see now why you wouldn’t bring us round by the Black Scraw, Joe.”
“Aha! ze vairy old friend. It is Joe!” said the captain fiercely.
“Well, why not?” said Vince quickly. “Old Joe has taken us in his boat scores of times fishing and sailing.”
“And told you of ze goods here in my cavern?”