You'll find out what I mean when we've landed you safely in Dubuque jail.

Now answer me in a whisper.

How many of your pals are on the island ?" "I haven't any pals," replied Winn, putting as much force into his whisper as he dared, "and there isn't any one on the island.

This is an outrage, and--" "That will do," answered the man, sternly.

"If that's the tone you are going to take, we don't want to hear any more of it." Just then the bow of the skiff was run on the bank, and the man, grasping Winn's arm, stepped ashore, saying, "Now make yourself useful, young fellow, and lead us to your mint or den or whatever you call it.
If you don't want to I'll find a way to compel you, and if you try any low-down tricks, I'll make you wish you'd never been born." "Do you mean the log-hut ?" asked Winn.
"Yes, if that's what you call it; but you want to get a move onto you in a hurry." Bewildered and indignant as he was, Winn was yet cool enough to realize the folly of resistance.