"Well, I should say so!" answered Dick. "Sixty, and nine other flatfoots."
"Dot makes sixdy-nine," bubbled Carl, happy, now that it was all over. "Vat pecome oof dem?"
"They were taken to the cruiser and will be carried to the nearest port and tried for their criminal deeds."
"Pully! Dot vas pedder as I t'ought!"
"The officers on the cruiser have a clear case against Sixty. The lieutenant who went aboard the brig saw the rifles and ammunition with his own eyes. He had the manifest and the log, and that settled Sixty's case for him."
"I vonder vere iss Sixdy's niece, Miss Harris?"
Carl's sentimental thoughts would return to the girl.
"Belay, on that!" growled Dick. "The girl fooled us and got us into a pretty mess of trouble. Sheer off on that subject."
"She wasn't Sixty's niece, but his daughter," explained Matt. "And she was no more a relative of Captain Nemo, Carl, than you or I."
"Too pad, too pad! She has gone to Honturas, eh? Vell, I vish I vas dere to hear vat she has to say for herseluf. Meppy she couldt oxblain."