In a moment more Wade was alone with the captain in the forecastle. He looked ugly; and the poor boy concluded that the time had come for his flogging. He did not like the idea of being flogged; and he did not mean to submit if he could possibly escape. “I have you now where I want you,” said Capt. Bendig. “Then I suppose you want me in here,” added Wade, for the want of something better to say. “Yes, I want you in here. I promised the gentleman who was fool enough to give you some money, that I would not flog you for stealing my breakfast and dinner. I am a man of my word, and I’m not going to flog you for that; but I’m going to flog you for hiding away when I wanted you,” said Capt. Bendig, making a spring at the boy. Wade dodged, and attempted to get by the skipper and reach the door of the forecastle, so that he could escape to the deck. But the tyrant, as he had proved himself to be, caught him by the leg, and held him fast. “Now I have you in hand, there is one other thing I have to settle with you,” said Capt. Bendig, transferring his hold from the leg to the collar of his prisoner. Wade struggled with all his might to get away; but the skipper held him as in a vise. When the victim struggled, the captain tightened his grasp, and shook his prisoner, till Wade was glad to hold still. “You have a hundred dollars that belongs to me,” said the captain, when Wade had been still for a moment. “It don’t belong to you,” protested Wade; and the fear of losing the treasure was vastly more terrible than the fear of getting the flogging. “Do you think I am going to see a little scalawag like you steal into this vessel, and get a hundred dollars for it?” demanded the skipper savagely. “That would be giving you a reward for your rascality.” “The gentleman gave me the money because he wanted me to keep still,” sobbed Wade, exhausted by his violent exertions. “I don’t care what he gave it to you for: that job was mine; and all the pay for it comes to me.” “I told him I would keep still if I was allowed to keep the money; and I won’t without,” said Wade spunkily. “I haven’t any time to talk about it: I have said what I mean; and now will you give me the money, or shall I take it from you?” demanded the skipper savagely. “I won’t give it to you; and it is stealing for you to take it from me,” protested Wade with all the strength of his lungs. The captain did not wait for any thing more: he threw his prisoner on the floor, and, after a short search through his pockets, found the old wallet in which Wade had put the money. He took it from him; and, while his victim was getting up from the floor, he put it in his pocket. At this moment the mate came to the door. As he opened it, Wade made a dive through it. “Stop him!” shouted the captain. But it was too late: Wade had gained the deck. “What did you open that door for?” said the skipper angrily.