Captain Cayo put his foot on Cornwood's chest, as he had done when he captured the Floridian, and compelled him to lie quiet. Then he threw up his manacled feet; but I took care of them by sitting down upon his legs. Captain Blastblow then proceeded with his search. He removed a portion of the prisoner's clothing above his trousers, and we could not help seeing the wash-leather belt he wore around his waist. He unbuckled it, and held it up before us.
"Now you may take Mr. Kirby Cornwood on deck," said the captain, in a tone of triumph, as he felt the outside of the pocket-book attached to the belt.
"Do you mean to rob me of my money? Have I fallen among thieves?" demanded Cornwood.
"No; but we have," replied Captain Blastblow.
"This is an outrage, and——"
"Never mind that now; we will hear it another time," interposed the captain.
"I protest against——"
"All right," added the captain, as he seated himself at the cabin-table. "Go on deck, Mr. Kirby Cornwood, and take the air. It will do you good."
The captain handed the money-belt to Colonel Shepard, who opened it, and took from the pocket a large pile of bank-notes.
"That looks more like it," said the captain. "I don't believe that fellow will prosecute us for anything we have done. He belongs in the Florida state prison, if they have such an institution."