“He didn’t linger long after you went overboard.”
Slowly a look of anger came to Jack Cole’s plain face.
“So that’s the kind of a man he is!” exclaimed the Maplewood boy savagely. “Left me to drown when I was all tangled up in that rope, did he? Well, he’ll hear from me!”
“In the future,” suggested Buckhart, “I should advise you to be some particular in the choice of your side partners.”
“Who fired that shot from the island?” demanded Dick.
“What shot?” asked Jack, in apparent surprise.
“Don’t you know anything about it?”
“Not a thing.”
“Pitch him into the drink again, partner, if he doesn’t own up!” cried the Texan, in exasperation.
Cole scrambled back from the edge of the water quickly, snarling: