"A person couldn't be impudent to such a rascal as you, Arnold Baxter."
"Have a care, Dick Rover. What do you propose to do?"
"Land all of you in jail, rescue Dora Stanhope, and recover that money you stole."
"Indeed!"
"Yes indeed! Don't you think we are pretty close to doing it?"
"No, you are a long way off. You won't dare to break this truce while the flags fly. If you do, I'll shoot you just as sure as you are born."
"I don't intend to dishonor any truce, Arnold Baxter. But, nevertheless, you and your crowd are almost at the end of your rope, and you know it."
"Feeling hungry, aint you?" put in Martin Harris.
"You shut up!" roared Dan Baxter, for Harris had hit the nail exactly on the head. "We'll settle this with the Rovers and the police, not with you."
"You'll settle with me for burning my sails and breaking my lanterns," retorted the skipper of the Searchlight wrathfully.
"Let us come to terms," went on Arnold Baxter in a milder tone. "I reckon what you want principally is to rescue Dora Stanhope?"
