Alex laughed as he spoke, making faces at the angry men in the boat. Directly the merchant was hauled, streaming and vociferating, from the river. Then the Rambler was headed out of the mouth of the Madeira and was soon breasting the slow current of the Amazon again.
“Now, about that money!” demanded Case. “Where did it drop from?”
“Why, you know Captain Joe gave us a package, to be opened only when we had come to the end of our rope? Well! we had not only come to the end of our rope, but had lost the rope!”
“And so you opened Captain Joe’s package?”
“Of course we did.”
“I had forgotten all about it,” Case remarked.
“And so had I,” Alex went on. “It was Clay who thought of it. He got it and opened it.”
“How much money is there?”
“Three hundred dollars!”
Both Case and Jule gave vent to a low whistle.