“Oh, it belongs to me. Why, what’s the matter with you? You seem greatly agitated. Has anything happened to excite you?” “I should say something had!” said Dick. “How dared you enter this room?” “This room? Why, I have a right in my own room, have I not?” “But this is not your room.” “Not my room?” “You know it’s not. This room is the one occupied by my brother and myself. How dared you enter it?” “Is it possible I have made a mistake?” exclaimed Del Norte, lifting his eyebrows and looking very much surprised. “Why, I really believe I have! I trust you will pardon me.” He made a move as if to leave the room. “Stop!” cried Dick, planting himself squarely in the doorway. “You have made a serious mistake, Porfias del Norte. Now I know why you were in such great haste to reach the _Sachem_. You had a key by which you entered this room. You had another key by which you opened my brother’s strong box. You have stolen a paper from that box, but you must put it back. If you refuse——” Del Norte exposed his beautiful teeth as he laughed in the boy’s face. “If I do not,” he purred, “if I do not put it back, what will you do, señor?” “I will make you!” cried Dick. The Mexican laughed. “Why, you child! You can’t make any one do anything! Get out of my way!” With a stride he attempted to pass Dick. A moment later the boy grappled with him, and a struggle began in the saloon of the _Sachem_. “Poor fool!” snarled Del Norte, “what do you think? Do you fancy you can interfere with me? Why, I will crush you!” “I hardly think you will!” grated Dick, as he back-locked the man and hurled him to the floor. Although Dick had thrown Del Norte with comparative ease, the Mexican was like an eel in the grasp of the boy. As Dick attempted to pin the fellow down, he realized that he had failed and that the Mexican had squirmed from beneath him. Together they arose. Dick hastened, in order that the man might not get the advantage. By this time the look on the face of Del Norte, as revealed by the lamplight shining from the open door of the stateroom, was one of savage ferocity. All his smiling and sweetness had vanished, and his eyes glared with a deadly light. His small white teeth were keen and pantherish beyond his curling lips, which were stretched tightly over them. “Poor fool!” he once more snarled. “It’s your brother who nearly destroyed me to-night! We fought up there on the mountain, and he pushed me over the precipice! I fell through the air, feeling that my hour had come! The horror of it is something that never touched me before. I believed I would be killed when I struck, but I landed in the treetops, and I was saved! Though my clothes were torn and I was bruised and battered, not even one bone was broken!” He panted forth these words as they were again struggling for the mastery. “I hate your brother!” he grated. “It will give me pleasure can I kill you here and now! That much revenge on him will I have!”