"And then you looked in them?"
"Of course."
"And they were empty?"
"Sandy, you almost make me laugh. Of course they were."
"A-well, I dinna see what good money would do us now," quoth Sandy philosophically. "So they are going to hold us for ransom?"
"So I judged. Moreover, I learned from what I heard that we are on an island. Guess what one?"
"I dinna ken; De'il's Island, perhaps."
"On Castle Rock Island."
"Ho! ho! ho!" chuckled Sandy, who as ever refused to be downcast, "prisoners on my dad's ain property. That's a good joke."
"I fail to see where the joke comes in, just at present," rejoined Jack. "These are desperate men. They won't stop at anything. Sandy, we've got to find some way to get out of this mess."