d to
understand what this movement meant, and he renewed his struggles in
the most desperate manner.

Captain Cayo put his foot on Cornwood's chest, as he had done when he
captured the Floridian, and compelled him to lie quiet. Then he threw
up his manacled feet; but I took care of them by sitting down upon his
legs. Captain Blastblow then proceeded with his search. He removed a
portion of the prisoner's clothing above his trousers, and we could not
help seeing the wash-leather belt he wore around his waist. He
unbuckled it, and held it up before us.

"Now you may take Mr. Kirby Cornwood on deck," said the captain, in a
tone of triumph, as he felt the outside of the pocket-book attached to
the belt.

"Do you mean to rob me of my money? Have I fallen among thieves?"
demanded Cornwood.

"No; but we have," replied Captain Blastblow.

"This is an outrage, and----"

"Never mind that now; we will hear it another time," interposed the
captain.

"I protest against----"

"All right," added the captain, as he seated himself at the
cabin-table. "Go on deck, Mr. Kirby Cornwood, and take the air. It will
do you good."

The captain handed the money-belt to Colonel Shepard, who opened it,
and took from the pocket a large pile of bank-notes.

"That looks more like it," said the captain. "I don't believe that
fellow will prosecute us for anything we have done. He belongs in the
Florida state prison, if they have such an institution."

"I think we had better count the money," I suggested, as I took the
package we had found under the companion-way from my breast-pocket.

"Yes, count, and see if the rascals made a fair 'divvy' of it," added
the captain.

Colonel Shepard began to count the bills he had taken from the
money-belt, and I opened the package in my possession. As I did so, I
found the words, "First National Bank of Florida," as if impressed by a
stamp, on the wrapper. The two tin plates, by which I had been able to
recognize the package, were made by cutting off the round ends of a
pair of tins used for doubling papers and tearing off checks or other
papers. I concluded they were a device of the bank messenger, by which
he could square his package. When I had shown these things to the
captain, I proceeded to count the money.

"Just two thousand dollars," said the colonel, who finished his work
long before I did mine.

"Nineteen hundred and ninety," I added, when I had finished the count.

"He may have taken