"I guess about a hundred dollars would be more than I would ever know what to do with." "What extravagant ideas you have! I think we will be able to suit you, though. Something like a hundred times over at the very least." "Why, how do you mean?" "Mean? Simply that this is to a great extent your 'find.' We heard your gun, and our suspicions were aroused at once. If it hadn't been for your nerve in the first place they would have got away. Are you willing to be fired at twice for nothing?" One of the _Madrona_'s men came up before the boy could answer, if, indeed, he had any answer to make, and whispered a few words to the Captain. "Alive, is he?" the Captain exclaimed. "Get a stretcher and take him aboard at once or he may die yet of his wounds. Perhaps that would be the best thing he could do; but that's not for us to say." To a boy of Tom's generous and manly nature it was a great relief to see the unconscious Customs Inspector carried aboard the _Madrona_. But he said nothing. The Captain was silent also for a long time. Presently his attention was attracted by something unusual on the beach, and, dismissing an unpleasant train of thought, he broke out, "What have you there, men?" Four of the _Madrona_'s men were seen at this moment coming around the point on the shore with a very unwilling prisoner. "There!" said the Captain. "I told you we would have him before the day was out. The lost are found, and the dead are alive, sure enough. Where did you get him?" he hailed, in a louder voice. "Hiding on the shore." "I'm afraid Tee Ling is getting childish," the Captain commented, in a voice aside to Tom, "if he is going to venture down to the water when things are as hot as they are now." The men, who seemed to be having a great deal of difficulty, came nearer, and Tom called out in surprise, "Why, it's Jo." "Jo?" echoed the Captain. "Yes; that's not Tee Ling; it's Jo." "Who's Jo?" "Why, the Siwash Indian who fishes with me. Hello there, Jo! Where in the world have you been?" Jo's face was a pale fawn color with fear, but he did not answer. "Let him go, boys," the Captain said, smiling. "It's all right. He's not the one we are after." "It's all right, Jo," Tom repeated; but the latter, though now at liberty, was still silent and very serious. There were many cloudy thoughts shaping in his bewildered mind. He had expected to be sent to prison for being a smuggler, and hanged for shooting a man. It was difficult for him to get rid of these ideas on short notice. Indeed, it is hardly probable that he ever clearly understood the strange turn which events took in the next few hours. At any rate he was not heard to utter a single word for two whole days. TURNING A TRIPLE SOMERSAULT.