The inlet was the mouth of a brook, and he pulled some distance into it. When he came to a good place to land, he leaped ashore, and hauled up the bow out of the water. Without a small boat, it was simply impossible for the crew of the La Motte to follow him, even if they succeeded in finding him. Dory was tired enough to seat himself on a rock, and recover his exhausted powers. He had a prisoner, and a resolute one, and he must get him to the school in some manner. It was likely to be hard work. He took Angy's revolver from his pocket: he wiped the water off its barrels and stock. Then he examined the cartridges. They were metallic, and ought not to be affected by the water. Aiming at a small tree, he discharged one of the barrels, and found it went off as well as it would if it had not been in the water. "That shooter served me a bad turn," said Angy. "I never knew it to miss before." "It served me a good turn if you aimed at me when you tried to fire it," added Dory. "However, it seems to be in condition to be useful to me if I have occasion to use it." Its present possessor put it back into his pocket. He resolved to manage his case so well that he would have no occasion to use such a deadly weapon, and he shuddered at the very thought of firing at a human being. "You have got ahead of me, Dory," continued Angy, bestowing a searching look upon his captor. "Chuck ruined me when he threw that painter overboard." "In a moral point of view, that act may be your salvation," added Dory. "I don't think I care about hearing any Sunday-school talk on this subject," replied Angy, with a scornful look on his face. "The time has not yet come for my punishment." "Not just yet; but after you have thought of this thing for three or five years in the State prison, you may come to the conclusion that the Sunday school is not a bad institution for a fellow like you. If you had attended one, and given heed to its instructions, you would feel a good deal better than you do now." "I say, Dory, can't we fix this thing up now?" asked Angy. "Certainly we can; and that is just what we are going to do," replied Dory cheerfully. "I am only waiting a little while to rest. Then we will fix it up." "You are a good fellow, or you could not have got the upper hands of me." "Then you must be a good fellow, or you could not have rendered me the same service." "I don't think you understand me," continued Angy uneasily. "I suppose you like money, if you do go to Sunday school." "I don't object to money: at least, I have no grudge against it." "That's sensible; and I will give you a thousand dollars in cash on the spot, if you will go home without me. Just untie my arms, and let me pull off to the schooner, and it will be all right. You can go on the biggest temperance spree you ever heard of on that sum," said Angy earnestly. "Spot cash?" "Spot cash." "You carry a good deal of money about with you, I see."