The dog gave way reluctantly. And when he had at length loosed his terrible grip and was safely in Leslie’s custody, the man scrambled to his feet, rose, held on to his arm with his other hand, and groaned.
And, despite his disheveled condition and his drenched appearance, in the glare of the electric torch the girls recognized him, with a start of amazement. It was the fisherman of the afternoon—the man with the former limp!
In the glare of the electric torch the girls recognized him
He turned immediately on Ted with an angry, impatient gesture. “Well, the other fellow got it—after all! I don’t know what business you had in this concern, but you spoiled the trick for me—and didn’t do yourself any good! And if that dog gives me hydrophobia, I’ll sue the whole outfit of you! He beat it off in that direction—the other fellow. I saw that much. I can’t lose any time, though what I need is a doctor.”
And with another angry snort, he disappeared into the darkness and the hurricane.