"You carry a good deal of money about with you, I see."
"I happen to have it with me. You can take the money, and old Squalipop will be none the wiser for what you have done."
"Won't he?"
"Not a bit of it! I shall get out of the way, and he won't know that you and I have met."
"But I shall know it myself, and that will be just as unfortunate as though he knew it."
"You can go back with a thousand dollars in your pocket, which will come handy during vacation."
"Go back with a thousand dollars in my pocket," repeated Dory, as though he was musing over it. "A thousand dollars is a good thing to have, and it is twice as good to have two thousand. I don't think I shall be satisfied with one thousand. But I think you had better come on shore, Angy. I won't ask you to do an impossible thing, and I will help you."
Dory took the robber by the collar of his wet coat, and assisted him to the shore. Angy made no resistance, though he evidently did not like the proceedings of his captor. Dory seated him on a rock, and Angy continued to argue in favor of the arrangement he had proposed.
"Do you really carry a thousand dollars about you? I have my doubts; and if you have no objections, I should like to satisfy myself on this point," continued Dory; and as he spoke, he proceeded to make an examination of the pockets of his prisoner.
"But I do object!" protested the prisoner, as he sprang to his feet with an effort, and began to whirl about like a top. "Don't put your hand on me!"