Foolish Ann paid no attention to this warning. She was so glad to see
her Aunt Jane's pet again that she snatched her hand out of Prowler's
paw, and ran toward the Pirate Chief. "Kitty, Kitty, don't you know
me?" she cried. "Oh, Puss, Puss!"

For a moment Captain Mittens stood perfectly silent, bristling to the
very points of his whiskers with passion. Then he ordered in a hoarse
kind of growl: "Bring the bags."

Instantly two ugly black and white spotted cats dived into the little
cabin and brought out an armful of neat, black, cloth bags with
drawing strings in them. "One moment," commanded Mittens in a very
stern voice, "any plunder?"

Growler, the mate, bowed low before his chief. "'Ere's a werry
'andsome weapon, sir," said he, handing over Rudolf's sword. "Nothing
else on the little ones, sir, but _this_ 'ere gentleman"--pointing to
the False Hare--"was loaded down with jools."

Hearty cheers sprang from the furry throats of the crew, while broad
grins spread over their whiskered faces as they listened to this
pleasing news.

"Silence," snarled Mittens--and every cat was still. "Now then," he
commanded Growler, "hand 'em over."

Very much against his will, Growler emptied his pockets of the False
Hare's jewelry and handed it over to his Chief. Mittens took the gold
watch and chain, the flashing pin and studs, the beautiful diamond
ring and put them all on, glaring defiantly at his crew as he did so.