"You're not shot at all, captain," interposed Payne. "You looked so wicked with that knife, I just happened to tap you in a vital spot, that's all." "Wal--I ain't shot, sure 'nough!" exclaimed the relieved captain after inspecting his mid-section. "What'd he hit me with, boys?" Roger held up his hard brown fist. "Sorry to do it, friend, but a man with a knife makes me see red." The scarred man spoke up: "If you're sheriff's men, and if you think we're going back with you----" "I've told you we're just ordinary land buyers, going up to look at a tract beyond the river." "Know that snooper, Davis?" "No, we took his part because you fellows were jumping him." "Know anything about him--what his business is?" "No; and don't care. The only business I'm interested in just now is getting up the river." "You can't go on this boat." "So we were told down at the Key." The captain consulted with the other three men. "You got to get off here. We're going up to--to where you can't go. We'll send an Indian down here to paddle you back to Gumbo Key. Get off the boat!" "Easy!" Roger was rapidly losing patience. "Don't try it again." "Get off this boat, I'm telling you." Higgins nudged Roger. "I've got old Betsy under my arm," he suggested. "Then line 'em up and hold 'em here," exploded the young man. "Let's quit fooling. I'll start the engine. You make one of them take the wheel. They can't keep me from seeing that land now." Old Betsy, large and ancient, black and rusty, but extremely reliable, came out of Higgins' arm holster with a jerk. "Shove 'em high!" he commanded. "It's a hold up. Captain, you get up there and take that wheel and steer honest and true upstream for the Colony. The rest of you get up in front where I can watch you. No tricks. Fooling's over." "This is piracy, of course," called Roger from the engine pit as he filled a priming cup, "and you'll have a good case against us--if you take it into court. But from what I've seen and heard I don't think you'll monkey with the courts--don't think you like the word. So when we get to where you're going I'll give you boys five dollars apiece and call it square. What do you say?" The captain looked round with the sickness of deadly fear in his eyes. "Don't make us go up there like this," he begged hoarsely. "For God's sake, don't do that!" VII Payne paused with a hand on the flywheel. The dread in the captain's eyes was obviously genuine. "Don't make us take you up there, mister," he repeated. "You wouldn't if you knew." "Knew what?" "We can't bring any one up there." "You aren't bringing any one; you're being brought." "It'll be hard luck for you, too, mister, if you run up there." Higgins shouldered angrily forward. "Keep that kind of pap talk behind your teeth. Trouble with you fellows is you've been used to handling suckers. You sort of get it that we're different, don't you?"