CHAPTER VI.–In Dangerous Quarters.
"Not at all!" cried Dick, pistols in hand and barring the passage of the three men. "Stop where you are! Hallo, boys!"
"All right, Captain, here we are!" shouted Sam and Harry.
"Sure we'll be with ye in a minyute, Captain dear!" answered the Irish Liberty Boy.
"Off dere was some fighding been we was dere already pooty quick, I bet me!" laughed Carl.
"Who is in a trap now?" asked Dick, with a laugh.
Then the five Liberty Boys suddenly dashed up and leaped upon the smugglers or Tories, whichever they were. In a moment they were disarmed, Dick putting his pistol to his prisoners head and saying sternly:
"Now perhaps you will tell me what I want to know. You men are thieves, smugglers, Tories, aren't you?"
"We make our money with as little trouble as possible," the man replied.
"And you have helped spies of the enemy to get information?"