I can prosecute you for this." "Not if I put a bullet through ye, or drown ye." "Do you mean to have me row back to Number Nine ?" "I mean to have you row back to Number Nine, or go to the bottom leakin'," responded Jim.
Yates thought a moment, looked angrily at the determined man before him, as if he were meditating some rash experiment, and then dipped his oars and rowed up-stream.
Great was the surprise of Mr.Benedict late in the afternoon to see Yates slowly rowing toward the cabin, and landing under cover of Jim's rifle, and the blackest face that he had ever seen above his good friend's shoulders..