“Nary dispute to make on that, pard.”
There was something of disappointment in Reggio’s manner as he rose to his feet.
“I wished to see him dead,” he muttered. “Still, I know he is done, and he will never touch Teresa with his vile hands.”
“I reckon he’s gone, all right, Reg,” said Brad; “but so is your gondola. It’s disappeared, and Professor Gunn has disappeared with it. Pard, we’re kind of left here, I judge.”
Already Dick had discovered that the gondola was gone.
With it had vanished the possibility of their immediately leaving the place by water, as they had reached it.
“We’re stranded, Brad,” said Dick.
They called to Professor Gunn, but there was no answer.
“Courageous old boy!” muttered the Texan, with a show of anger.
“I don’t know that we can blame him much,” said Dick, seeking an excuse. “He’s very nervous, and the spectacle of Reggio and his antagonist fighting like tigers for their lives must have caused him to lose his head.”