"I believe it's Farvel, and that this other stuff is his," said Robert Menden.
But as the newcomer came closer, all were surprised to see, not Joseph Farvel, but Bumbum, the good-for-nothing Carib.
"We've made a big mistake," murmured Menden. "I'd almost forgotten about this fellow."
"Well, I've not forgotten him," said Leander, grimly.
"Nor I," added Dick. "If he took this stuff, let us bring him up with a round turn."
It was agreed to hide, and they did so without delay, behind a bush back of the hut.
Bumbum approached rapidly, and lighting a torch, entered the clumsy shelter.
Then taking a rope he began to tie together all the articles belonging to the Dashaway's party, as well as the other things.
"Drop those, you rascal!"
The command came from Dick, and turning, the Carib found himself confronted by two men, five boys and a dog.
The articles in his hands fell to the dirt flooring with a bang, and he staggered back in terror.
"Americano—" he began, but could get no further.
"So we've caught you in the act," said Leander. "Pretty business for you to be in, isn't it?"
