It was not long before Brad rose to the surface, spouting water like a whale.
“Hello, pard!” he cheerfully called. “This ain’t the first time I’ve been in swimming with my clothes on.”
In a moment he was at the side of the gondola and drawn, dripping wet, upon it.
“For the love of goodness, explain this, Brad!” urged Dick.
“Been back to our ranch?” questioned the Texan.
“Yes.”
“Get my note?”
“No.”
“That’s right queer.”
“Did you leave a note?”