“Not a great deal,” chuckled the sailor. “Well, as I was saying, we took some of the gold.”
“Why did you leave any of it?” asked Bob, curiously.
“Because—I’ll tell you why—because——”
“Hark!” cautioned Ned. “Listen!”
They listened and heard, just ahead of them the strains of a hand organ.
A worried look came over the face of Jolly Bill Hickey as he stopped the telling of his curious tale.
CHAPTER IX
ON THE TRAIL
“That—that music!” murmured the wooden-legged sailor. “Are there two of those organ grinders? There was one playing at Hiram’s cabin, and now down here—another one—I don’t like it!”
“Why not?” asked Ned, struck by a peculiar look on the man’s generally smiling face.