“They all look alike to me. Of course, I suspected they were from the same tribe, but I didn’t know they were the same men. There were five of them on the island.”
“You wounded one of the others. Probably one of the fellows stayed behind to look after the wounded man’s injury.”
“But how could they get here in that dugout, and lay us aboard, as they did? We’re a good way from that island.”
“No doubt, Dick,” said Bob, “they surmized that we would take the South Channel on our way to Para. While we were meandering around in that blind passage they were paddling for this place, and getting ready to attack us.”
“I like their nerve!” muttered Dick; “three of ’em tryin’ to capture the Grampus!”
“You don’t think they live on that island, do you?” asked Glennie.
“They live on an island, all right,” returned Bob, “but it’s a good many thousand miles from here.”
Carl took a furtive look at Bob Steele. “You vas joshing!” he exclaimed.
“If you fellows had your eyes,” replied Bob, “there wouldn’t be any joshing.”
“Some of that dope is still fogging your brain, I guess,” observed Dick. “But what’s the use of talking? You’ve got your prisoner, Mr. Glennie. Better bring him downstairs. First thing you know he’ll be in the water, and take Carl along with him.”