"What do you know of the case?" demanded Dick impatiently. He realized that he had a decidedly queer individual with whom to deal.
"Know everything; yes, sir, everything. Jock Pelly don't keep his ears open for nothing, not me. An' I said to myself when I read the papers, 'Jock, you've learned something of value—you must sell the news,' says I to myself."
"But what do you know?"
"Gettin' to that, sir; gettin' there fast, too. Did you offer a reward of a hundred dollars?"
"Yes."
"Who's going to pay that amount? It's a pile of money, a hundred dollars is."
"It will be paid, you can be easy on that point."
"Well, supposin' a man is lame and can't go after those rascals? What does he git for puttin' somebody on the track?"
"If you put me on the right track, I'll give you fifty dollars."
"Dead certain?"
"Yes. Now where has the Peacock gone to?"
"Needle Point Island," was the abrupt answer. "Go there, an' you'll find the Peacock and her crew, sure."
