His game shoulder, as he fell, struck against the corner of a
locker with cruel force and a cry of pain was wrenched from his lips.
Almost as soon as he was down he was up again, and he had not let go of
the satchel.

The other fellow was also on his feet, It was Gerald Wynn! Wynn stared
at Clancy as though he could hardly credit the evidence of his senses.

"You--here!" Wynn gulped.

No answer was necessary. Besides, with Clancy time was pressing. Taking
advantage of Wynn's surprise, the motor wizard attempted to push by him
and get to the deck. Wynn, however, had full use of his limbs and his
faculties.

"Give me that satchel!" he cried, and tried to snatch the grip out of
Clancy's hand.

Clancy evaded him with a deft leap sideways. Wynn swore savagely, and
struck at the motor wizard with his clenched fist.

Clancy blocked the blow with his game arm--hurting it so that he almost
felt as though it had been struck by lightning. Then his other fist shot
out, catching Wynn fairly, and driving him against the bulkhead.

Clancy had to drop the satchel while executing his defense. He now
grabbed it from the floor, and plunged on up the companionway. As he
emerged through the companion doors, he beheld a form bulking largely in
the half gloom. It was Captain Hogan, braced in the passageway between
the top of the deck house and the rail, and leveling a revolver at the
crouching form of Katz.

"Stand where you are, you bloomin' beach comber," yelled Hogan, "or I'll
blow a hole through you!"

Katz swore, and continued his forward movement.

"Last call!" went on the captain. "Another step this way and I'll
shoot!"

"You're a robber!" cried Katz. "You and Wynn, between you, have skinuned
me out of seventy-five hundred dollars!"

"Where did you get the money?" demanded Hogan ironically. "It's no crime
to skin a skinner--or to shoot one either, Here's where you get yours!"

Before Hogan could pull the trigger, Clancy sprang upon him from behind,
and forced his revolver hand downward. The weapon exploded, and a bullet
plumped into the deck.

While the captain was struggling with the motor wizard, Katz ran forward
and wrenched away the six-shooter.

"Let go o' him, Clancy!" panted Katz. "I've got him now. The old sea
shark will do as I say or take the same medicine he's been threatenin'
to hand me."

Clancy flung himself from Hogan, and the latter stood at bay under the
muzzle of the revolver.

"You're a measly