“Hands up, on your life!” cried Frank, sternly, “or you’re a dead man. I have the drop.”
One moment Bowler hesitated. His face turned ashen pale.
But he saw that the game was up. There was nothing for it but to surrender.
So up went his hands.
“By the gunnels!” he ejaculated, “you have got to windward of us after all. It’s good pluck.”
Frank made Bowler follow him into the cabin, while he cut the bonds of Nicodemus and Barney. Then both prisoners were bound. It was not likely that Dooley would come to very soon.
CHAPTER XII.
THE END OF THE STORY.
All this while poor Pomp had been lying insensible upon a heap of mats in the after cabin, where he had been dragged and left.
But now the darky began to come out of his faint.
The blow upon the skull had inflicted no serious wound, and he must be all right again shortly. But for a time he was sick and dizzy.