“I ain’t sure,” says he, with a grin. “Sometimes it ain’t desirable to c-catch what you’re after. I dunno just what I’d do with a wild man if I was to get him.”
“You might sell him to a circus,” says Binney, who always took things serious, and couldn’t see a joke if the point was printed out for him.
“What’s the scheme?” I was getting pretty impatient to know.
“Make believe we’ve gone away,” says Mark. “Then he’ll come prowlin’ around. Three of us go over to the island and holler and raise a r-racket. One will stay in the cave. He’ll think we’re all gone.”
“It’s a good scheme,” I says, “for the feller that stays in the cave.”
“That’s the trouble,” Mark grins.
“Who d’you think’ll be fool enough to stay in the cave to catch Mister Wild Man?”
“Me,” says Mark.
“You dassen’t.”
“That’s what I’m wonderin’,” he owns up.