"Be calm and gentle, Angy," replied Dory, as he took the prisoner by the collar, and tripped him up, so that he was forced to lie down, in spite of himself.
With his foot on the form of his victim, Dory thrust his hand into all the pockets of Angy; and from the one inside of his vest, he drew out a pocket-book, thoroughly soaked with water. He opened it, and found a roll of bank-bills, which had been hastily tumbled into one of the pockets. He unrolled the bills enough to find four five-hundred-dollar notes, which assured him that the money had been taken from his uncle's safe.
"I will keep this pocket-book for you," said he.
The prisoner was furious, and began to kick at his captor.
CHAPTER XII.
DORY DORNWOOD RESORTS TO STRATEGY.
"Do you mean to rob me, Squillipod?" demanded Angy, and he kicked away at the legs of his conqueror. "Is this a Sunday-school accomplishment?"
"I said I was going to keep the money for you. Besides, as I said before, it is better to have two thousand dollars than one thousand," replied Dory, with his usual good nature.
"But you are stealing it from me!" gasped the angry robber.
"You appear to have forgotten where you got this money, Angy."
"That is nothing to do with it. What is mine belongs to me."