Doctor Dan started to go around the rocks. Dick began to feel a little ashamed of his violence.
“Come, Charley,” he shouted. “Come on, old man. Maybe you didn’t hit the Plesiosaurus after all.”
But Charley continued to walk in the direction of the camp and never even looked back at Dick.
He was a very sensitive fellow and easily offended. Dick knew this and felt a good deal troubled.
He wanted to follow Charley up and make it all right with him, but then, on the other hand, he did not like to leave Doctor Dan to face the danger of meeting the Plesiosaurus alone.
“Come on! Come on!” he shouted again. “Don’t be grumpy, Charley. I’m going to see what mischief has been done.”
But as Charley paid no attention to his shout he gave it up for the moment and hurried around the rocks into another cove, where Dr. Dan stood looking off on the lake.
“I don’t see anything of the monster, Mr. Darrell,” he said. “It must have pulled down into the water again.”
“Don’t bother to call me Mr. Darrell. Call me Dick. Here’s where it must have been. The water is very deep right up against the shore, isn’t it? Of course this is the place.”
Here the space between the rocks and the water was not more than three feet in width.