ould_ have it, you
know. I distinctly ordered you to throw up your hands, and you
immediately attempted to plunge them into your pockets to get at your
revolvers. If you compel me to shoot again I shall shoot to kill, so I
hope that, for your own sake, you will make no further attempt to do
anything foolish. Now, right about face, and march. I will tell you
how to steer. And be very careful to keep that right hand of yours well
above your head."

"Ain't you goin' to bind up this wound of mine for me, then?" demanded
Turnbull. "And what right have you got to shoot at me, I'd like to
know?"

"All in good time," answered Leslie, airily. "Now march, as I told you,
and be quick about it, or I shall be compelled to freshen your way for
you with another shot. I know all about you, my good man, and I am
therefore not at all disposed to put up with any nonsense. Forward!"

With a further volley of curses of extraordinary virulence, Turnbull
turned on his heel and resumed his way in the direction of the
treasure-cave, with Dick at his heels directing him from time to time to
"port a little", "starboard a bit," or "steady as you go," as the case
might be.

A few minutes of this kind of thing sufficed to bring the pair close to
the treasure-cave, the entrance of which had been considerably enlarged
by Nicholls and Simpson for their own convenience. They were, however,
absent for the moment when Dick arrived with his prisoner; and the
latter stared in wonderment at the cave and the chests in front of it,
which the two men had removed from the interior prior to transference to
the cutter.

"So," exclaimed Turnbull, savagely, "that's what you're at, is it?
Stealin' my treasure! Very well; if I don't make you smart for this my
name ain't Robert Turnbull, that's all. What d'ye mean, I'd like to
know, by comin' here and stealin' treasure that don't belong to ye, eh?"

"To whom does it belong, pray, if not to me?" demanded Dick, blandly,
curious to learn what kind of claim this ruffian would set up.

"Why, to _me_, of course," howled Turnbull, clenching his right fist and
shaking it savagely at Leslie.

"Keep that right hand of yours over your head," ordered Dick, sharply,
again covering him with lightning-like rapidity. "That's right," he
continued. "Now perhaps you will kindly tell me how it came to be
yours."

"Why, I got it off a former shipmate of mine," answered Turnbull. "He
give it to me when--when he--d