"Now, then," continued the governor, "it's understood that to-morrow night we'll capture that yacht an' be off fur our island. I don't mind sayin' this before you, Bobby Jennings, 'cause it aint no ways likely that I'll be dunce enough to give you another chance to get away from us."
"But what are we goin' to do with him, governor?" asked Will Atkins. "If we leave him tied up here in the cave, he'll starve to death; an' if we let him go when we get ready to start, he'll be sartin to tell Mr. Grimes of every thing that has been goin' on here."
"Now, you jest let me alone fur takin' care of all such things as that," replied the chief. "If I haint got sense enough to know what had oughter be done with him, I aint fit to be the leader of this band. We'll take him with us, of course, an' land him on some island; an' by the time he gets back here, we'll be miles an' miles at sea."
"But, perhaps he can't find his way back," drawled Tom.
"That's his lookout, an' not mine. He hadn't no business to go spyin' round here. If he had minded his own affairs, he wouldn't have been in this trouble. Atkins, how much money have you got?"
"A trifle over twenty dollars," answered the treasurer.
"You're sure you didn't spent none of it fur candy or pea-nuts!" said the chief, looking at him very sharply.
"Honor bright, I haint," replied Atkins, who had not forgotten the whipping he once received for being unfaithful to his trust.
"Twenty dollars aint much to brag on," said the governor, thoughtfully. "We'd had more if it hadn't been for you, Bobby Jennings."