"Is that all you want?" continued Tom.
"Almost. But there is one other condition I forgot to mention."
"I know what that is," said Sam. "It's money."
"Correct, lad. It's money. I'm a poor man, and what little I have is on board the Peacock. Your father is rich. If I help you, it ought to be worth something to him."
"How much?" asked Tom cautiously.
"Well, say a couple of hundred dollars. I won't ask for too much."
"You shall have the money," answered Tom quickly, "on condition you will aid us in bringing the Baxters to justice."
"Then it's a bargain," and Andy Cadmus drew another long breath. "Now for the details of our plan."
The mate sat down on a stone at the mouth of the cave and filled a pipe with tobacco, lit it, and fell to smoking thoughtfully.
"The details ought to be simple enough," said Tom. "When you go back to the Peacock you can take one of the small boats, stock her with provisions, and then go off in her. Then we can join you."
"It won't work, unless you have a fight with whoever happens to be on guard here—and that
