"Is your name Bumbum?" demanded Dick.
"Yes, señor."
"All right, Bumbum, here is the money, and let me say that I think you about the meanest Porto Rican on the island."
"Bumbum must earn his living, señor."
"I don't call this earning a living. What do you do, as a general rule? Lie about to squeeze strangers?"
At this the Carib's face darkened. "No insult me, or you be sorry!" he cried, and made a movement as if to draw some weapon from his bosom.
"Come, let us be going," cried Leander, in alarm.
"I'm ready," was Dick's reply, and they hurried off in one direction, while Bumbum and his companion, accompanied by the negro boy, stalked off in another. Soon the two parties were lost to sight of each other; but that was not the last, by any means, that was seen of the Wily Caribs.
