"You had a wallop on the head. You're all right now." He abandoned Mr. Skooglund for a moment and turned to the Wildcat.
"Where's the dividend?"
"Cap'n, how come?"
"Come through with the clean up. You got enough watches and rings from them passengers to sink this craft."
"Mebbe it's de bag."
Convoyed by the swinging muzzle of the Sheriff's gun, the Wildcat dived again into the open hatch and returned presently with the jingling wheat sack swung about his shoulders.
The Sheriff inspected the contents.
"That's it."
He turned to the Swede.
"You able to walk?"