t he kept his word.

[_This Story began last week._]

CAPTAIN CLYDE.

A Tale of Adventure in the Caribbee Islands.

by CHARLES H. HEUSTIS,

Author of "The Trio Club," "The Trio Club Afloat,"
"The Sloop Yacht Spray," "Facing his Accusers,"
etc., etc.

CHAPTER IV.

Uncle Ellis Cools Down.

The moment that Clyde had locked the door on his uncle, he felt sorry
for it. It was a mistake to push his uncle. True, it was a gentle push,
and Mr. Ellis would probably have reeled through the doorway of his own
accord, but, for all that, it was an act of defiance.

It was the first time that the boy had ever rebelled. He had stood much
from Mr. Ellis, and taken it all as a matter-of-course, but, for once,
his anger had got the better of him.

It was a blunder, also, to throw out that insinuation about the ten
thousand dollars. Clyde realized this perfectly. He wished now that he
not done it, and would have recalled his hasty words had it been
possible. But the deed had been done, and the consequences of it,
whatever they might be, were sure to come.

What was to be done now? Clyde asked himself this question as he stood
there before the bolted door, flushed with excitement. He looked at his
brother, who was almost as excited as he was, and had started to his
feet, only to remain there mute and motionless. It was all a mystery to
Ray, who now heard the reference to the ten thousand dollars for the
first time.

But there was little time for thought. Uncle Ellis quickly recovered his
self control, and, a moment after the door had been bolted on him, was
knocking vigorously for admittance.

His demand was not immediately obeyed, but it aroused Clyde to action,
if it did nothing else. The money was still lying on the table. What was
to be done with it?

"Here, you rascals, let me in! Do you hear?" thundered the angry man.

There was a vicious thump upon the door, which threatened serious
results if repeated many times.

"Open this door, or I will break it down!"

Clyde knew that his uncle could do this, if he made up his mind to it,
and the knowledge did not tend to increase his feeling of security. But
that money!

He looked around the room hastily for a hiding place. The house was
heated in the winter by a furnace, and there was a register in the boys'
room. This would offer a safe depository.

Quickly sweeping th