"I happen to have it with me. You can take the money, and old Squalipop will be none the wiser for what you have done." "Won't he?" "Not a bit of it! I shall get out of the way, and he won't know that you and I have met." "But I shall know it myself, and that will be just as unfortunate as though he knew it." "You can go back with a thousand dollars in your pocket, which will come handy during vacation." "Go back with a thousand dollars in my pocket," repeated Dory, as though he was musing over it. "A thousand dollars is a good thing to have, and it is twice as good to have two thousand. I don't think I shall be satisfied with one thousand. But I think you had better come on shore, Angy. I won't ask you to do an impossible thing, and I will help you." Dory took the robber by the collar of his wet coat, and assisted him to the shore. Angy made no resistance, though he evidently did not like the proceedings of his captor. Dory seated him on a rock, and Angy continued to argue in favor of the arrangement he had proposed. "Do you really carry a thousand dollars about you? I have my doubts; and if you have no objections, I should like to satisfy myself on this point," continued Dory; and as he spoke, he proceeded to make an examination of the pockets of his prisoner. "But I do object!" protested the prisoner, as he sprang to his feet with an effort, and began to whirl about like a top. "Don't put your hand on me!" "Be calm and gentle, Angy," replied Dory, as he took the prisoner by the collar, and tripped him up, so that he was forced to lie down, in spite of himself. With his foot on the form of his victim, Dory thrust his hand into all the pockets of Angy; and from the one inside of his vest, he drew out a pocket-book, thoroughly soaked with water. He opened it, and found a roll of bank-bills, which had been hastily tumbled into one of the pockets. He unrolled the bills enough to find four five-hundred-dollar notes, which assured him that the money had been taken from his uncle's safe. "I will keep this pocket-book for you," said he. The prisoner was furious, and began to kick at his captor. CHAPTER XII. DORY DORNWOOD RESORTS TO STRATEGY. "Do you mean to rob me, Squillipod?" demanded Angy, and he kicked away at the legs of his conqueror. "Is this a Sunday-school accomplishment?" "I said I was going to keep the money for you. Besides, as I said before, it is better to have two thousand dollars than one thousand," replied Dory, with his usual good nature. "But you are stealing it from me!" gasped the angry robber. "You appear to have forgotten where you got this money, Angy." "That is nothing to do with it. What is mine belongs to me." "All right; and it belongs to me just now." "Do you mean to rob me of my money?" demanded the vanquished chief, who did not seem to be capable yet of realizing his situation.