So cried the boys one after another, and the captain uttered a grunt.

“Look here,” he said; “I’m not going to sit up and watch to-night, but if those horses are driven off by that black scoundrel, I’ll hunt him down with a gun.”

“Not you, Ned,” said Uncle Jack, with a chuckle.

“Don’t you believe him, boys.”

“We don’t, uncle,” they chorused.

“Ah, well,” said the captain, laughing; “we shall see.”


Chapter Twenty.

“We shall have to trust him.”