“It is!” agreed Frank; “and I supposed that thing must be hundreds of miles from here.”
“Going East.”
“Of course.”
“Belmont didn’t let any grass grow under his feet before he got out.”
“Not much.”
The creature on the bluff danced and screamed and waved its long arms, while its hideous face was convulsed with expressions of rage.
“Oh, I’d like to get at him!” grated Frank.
“Thank you, I’d much rather keep away!” exclaimed Harry.
Then the boys started to swim ashore.
Suddenly the dwarf began throwing stones at them. He picked up huge stones from the ground and sent them whizzing through the air with great force and something like accuracy.