“Yes.”
There was something in the way this word “Yes” was uttered that put Nick Carter on his guard.
He made no comment, however. Instead, he directed Chick to open the gangway where the ladder led down to the water, and then to go down by the rope to the skiff and bring it around.
“I will take care of the prisoners while you do it,” added Nick.
“Prisoners?” echoed Miguel indignantly. “Do you know who we are?”
“I know you have tried to kidnap the Prince of Joyalita, and that I got him away from you.”
“Well, what have you to do with the affairs of Joyalita?”
“Nothing. But I have something to do with sustaining the laws of the United States,” was Nick Carter’s swift rejoinder. “You can’t kidnap people here without being compelled to suffer for it.”
“But how is it any business of yours? You are not a policeman.”
“I am a detective,” answered Nick briefly, as he looked over the rail to see that Chick was bringing the boat around. “That is a policeman, I believe.”