"Robert Menden has no right to be on the island of Porto Rico, and in this vicinity."
"Why not?"
"Because he is after something that belongs rightfully to me."
"He tells a different story," burst out Bob, momentarily forgetting himself.
"Ha! so you acknowledge at last that he is with you? Take my advice and beware of him."
"I would rather trust him than you," said Dick, bluntly.
"So he has poisoned your minds against me, eh? Very well, that is another score to settle with him. As soon as I catch him I shall have him arrested."
"What for?"
"It was he who knocked me down and robbed me."
"Nonsense; it was a Carib did that!" cried Bob.
"I do not believe it."
"If Robert Menden knocked you down, would he take the trouble to bind up your wound afterward?"
"He probably got scared, being afraid that he had killed me and must hang for it."
"You is away off de track," said Danny. "A big black feller struck you down—we kin all give our word on dat."
