“And she’s doing all this for you, Bob, you know!”
“It’s for all of us!” declared Bob.
“Don’t you never think it,” said Speake. “She’s runnin’ a lot o’ risks, an’ I wouldn’t never have thought a girl could have the grit. But Bob Steele was in danger! That was enough for her to know.”
“I wonder how Carl came out with his serenade?” remarked Dick. “Ysabel wasn’t at the house, and it’s a fair guess that Carl got into trouble.”
Carl certainly had tumbled into difficulties—but it was not because he had not found any one at home.
“What do you suppose Carl is thinkin’ about us?” said Speake.
“Our disappearance will bother a good many people,” answered Bob.
Speake’s conscience troubled him.
“I feel like an ornery cur,” said he, “over the way Gaines an’ Clackett an’ me acted! Ye remember how mad us three was at Cassidy when he got in such a takin’ because Bob was put in charge o’ the Grampus? Well, to my notion, we ain’t acted any better than Cassidy did.”
“You ought to feel cut up,” reproved Dick. “The only way you can square yourself, Speake, is by doing a lot to help recapture the ship.”