d he knows how."

Never had the voice of the outlaw sounded so coarse and disagreeable as
now when hope seemed gone. His villainous face lighted with evil triumph
as he surveyed the plight of his captives.

"Looks like old times," he gloated, "only now you boys are wearing irons
that have graced the leg of many a slave. And there's a black boy
guarding the white boys now. That's funny."

Throwing back his head he gave vent to peal after peal of laughter.

"What are you expecting to do with us?" inquired Arnold, who was longing
to get at the throat of his jailor.

"Well, Wyckoff hasn't decided yet," replied Lopez. "He has found out
that it's a mighty uncomfortable job keeping prisoners and feeding them.
He couldn't keep this other boy on the schooner for it was too public.
When you came chasing into port, he got scared. I was uncomfortable,
too. If you had hailed me then, I guess I'd have let you take the boy
off the schooner. When we got Wyckoff, though, he said it wouldn't do.
Youall will never have a chance at the Treasure."

"No? Just wait and see what happens," taunted Arnold. "They say there's
many a slip between the cup and the saucer. Watch us."

"You are right, I'll watch you," declared the outlaw. "When we let you
go this time, you'll say Good Bye for keeps."

"You can't let things come any too swift for us," boasted Harry. "We are
from Chicago, and if you've ever been on a Halsted street trolley at six
o'clock of an evening, you'll know what we live on. Send along your hard
times. We eat those things."

"Maybe," gritted Lopez. "You boys better sharpen your teeth."

With this he left the cabin with instructions to Doright to watch the
boys and not permit any talking or communication.

Doright was at least faithful to his trust. After one or two attempts
the boys gave over trying to engage the negro in conversation. Becoming
cramped in their sitting positions, they shortly stretched themselves on
the floor and presently were fast asleep. Awakened later by a rough hand
on their shoulders, they sat up in bewilderment. The chains on their
legs soon apprised them of their location and surroundings. Lopez stood
over them.

"Unlock 'em, Doright," he commanded. "Get the hand irons on 'em first
and watch out, for they're tricky. They may get you."

The boys were marched out of the little cabin and down to the river,
where they boarded a boat under the direction of Lopez.

Doright at the oars had plenty o