“Never mind if it smarts a bit,” he said. “You want it clean, anyway. There’s no great harm done there, though it’s a mystery to me how you both got off as lightly as you did, with all that lead flying around.
“Had you got any money hidden in that cabin o’ yours, Jack?” he asked, after binding up the wound with the handkerchief.
“Money?” the lad asked. “There was about eighty cents in my coat pocket. That’s all I know of.”
“I mean a pile o’ money.”
“A pile?” asked the captain of the Sea-Lark. “I know there wasn’t any other money in the place. I ought to know.”
“That’s just what you didn’t know,” replied the fisherman. “I think I begin to understand it, though. You’ve seen that mess those fellers have made o’ the inside o’ the cabin?”
“I saw that through the port-hole.”
Captain Sennet drew the canvas bag from his pocket.
“This must ha’ been what they were after,” he said. He held it out and Jack examined it curiously. On its side was printed “Barker and Holden.”