"Say! that's a big island. And I bet he knows his way all over it."
"Oh! the caves!" exclaimed Ruth.
"What's that?"
"He told me there were caves in it. He can hide in one. And we can get food to him. Great, Tom—great!"
"Sure it's great. When your Uncle Dudley——"
"But how are we going to warn Jerry to run before this constable catches him?" interposed Ruth, with less confidence.
"How? You leave that to me," Tom returned, mysteriously.