ins. "The whole thing must be
done over again."

"Well, you can do it, can't you?" asked Sam.

"I reckon I could, but I just aint a goin' to try. You told me to get
the valise out from under his head an' call you, an' I done it. 'Taint
my fault that he woke up. If you want any thing more done you can do it
yourself."

"I guess I am as good a hand at that kind of business as you are," said
the chief. "Let's call up the other fellers, so that if I get the valise
we can start to onct."

The Crusoe men were quietly aroused, but still remained stretched out on
the deck, watching the governor, and ready to move when he gave the
word. He approached the robber with more fear and trembling than he had
ever before exhibited in the presence of the members of the band, for he
could not help thinking of what would be done to him if the burglar
should chance to awake and find him meddling with his pillow. Sanders
had had nothing to say when Sam ran away with his valise in the cove,
but he had looked very savage, and the governor did not care to be
caught in the act of robbing him. He was a long time at his work, but
finally the burglar's head rolled down on the deck again, and Sam
hastily picked up the valise and joined his companions. They followed
him to the stern, let themselves silently down into the water, and swam
after the governor, who, holding his prize above his head with one hand,
struck out for the farthest shore with the other. They all cast frequent
and anxious glances over their shoulders, and made their way through the
water with all the speed they could command, expecting every instant to
hear the bullets from the burglars' revolvers whistling about their
ears. But nothing of the kind happened. Sanders and his companion slept
on, all unconscious of their loss, and the Crusoe men crossed the creek
in safety and disappeared among the bushes that lined the bank. Tom
Newcombe's idea had been successfully carried out, and Atkins was the
one who had suggested the way.

The governor and his band would perhaps have been astonished to know
that, while they were revenging themselves upon the robbers, they were
playing into the hands of one of their pursuers. But it turned out that
such was the fact; and if Johnny Harding, who was at that moment
standing on the deck of the Storm King, disappointed and utterly
disheartened, could have received intelligence of what had just
transpired on the deck of the pirate vessel, he wo