"Don't do it, if you please, Mr. Brookbine. If Mr. Jepson will stay with me, we will see where that schooner goes," added Dory.
"The storm is over, and the principal will be up here before long in one of the steamers," said the machinist.
"You may take this pocket-book to my uncle, if you please, Mr. Brookbine. It contains all the money taken from the safe," continued Dory, as he handed it to the carpenter.
"The principal told me he had lost four five-hundred-dollar bills and some other money," added Mr. Brookbine.
"It is all in that pocket-book."
The master-carpenter took the prisoner by the arm, and marched him off in the direction he had come, leaving Dory still seated on the log. After the kickings, after the constrained positions he had been compelled to keep, to say nothing of the battle he had fought, and the excitement to which he had been subjected, Dory was almost worn out. But in half an hour he was well rested, and able to take any step that the occasion might require.
"But why do you remain here, Dory?" asked Mr. Jepson, after he had given him more minute details of the experience of the morning than he had been able to give before.
"I have been remaining here, so far, for the purpose of getting a little rested, and to wait for the next move on the part of the robbers on board of the schooner," replied Dory, as he rose from his seat. "We will go down to the lake now, if you please."
"Are these burglars very desperate fellows?" asked the engineer.
"The fellow Mr. Brookbine has in charge is the worst one; but they are a hard lot, any way."