“Wonder who in blazes he was.”
“So do I. I saw him in Montego last night. Funny thing about it, Buddy. Some kids were tormenting him and that lad who brought us the gas chased them off. Later I saw the two of them together, but I didn’t think anything about it. Looks serious, Old Timer.”
“Sure does. Gosh, I suppose that pig-foot brought him out and told him to stowaway in the plane.”
“Expect that’s the answer. The dwarf wouldn’t have any reason to pick on us. I’ve got some of the tube and perhaps we can have the stuff analyzed and find out what it is,” Jim volunteered.
“He ordered me to turn back. I was going to give him a clip over the head with my shoe, when you slid off taking him with you. Glad you didn’t keep such company long.”
“I’m right particular about who takes me swimming in the Carribbean.”
“Wonder why he didn’t get into the extra chute,” Bob remarked.
“So do I, but I guess he was hiding under it. After this we shake the “Lark” out before we leave. Got anything to eat?”
“Sure. Shall I send some through to you?”
“No. There’s enough. After a while I’ll crawl forward and relieve you, Old Timer. Much obliged for the cooperation.”