"Got any money for licker?" demanded Dan. "I can git some an' bring it
back."

"Go through the boys' pockets. Ye ought to find some cash there,"
hinted Owen.

Dan looted a few dollars from the pockets of each captive. Jack and Hal,
however, were satisfied that their captors knew nothing of the great sum
of money they had collected.

"And, while I think of it, Dan," continued Owen, "ye know where to leave
them boys' shoes. Ye know who they'll fit."

Josh Owens started by unlacing Jack's shoes roughly and hauling them off.
As he did so, oven in the darkness, he saw something fall the ground.

"Money!" gasped Josh Owen, in evil delight. "Look at the piles of it!
Hurry with _your_ younker, Dan. Maybe ye'll have the same luck."

Almost in a twinkling, it seemed to the groaning captives, the rascally
pair had the whole sum of eight hundred dollars in their greedy hands.

Now, what would going back to Dunhaven be like for these two hapless
submarine boys?

Even though they returned, manfully, at the first chance, how would
their story of having been robbed sound? What a thin, hollow mockery
it would seem, backed only by their own word!