“Of course not!” Alex answered. “Don’t you forget that Frank knows what’s he doing, loitering along the river. I guess he knows what he is about part of the time!”
“The fact is,” Frank replied, guardedly, “that neither one of them can secure the Cloud island prize without help from me.”
“Oh!” grunted Jule.
“Then they’ll have to wait for you to come up?” asked Alex. “If that is the idea, why don’t they stick around with you?”
“Each one,” laughed Frank, “seems to have the idea that the other possesses the information I have.”
“I see!” grinned Alex. “And you’re going to let ’em fight it out?”
“That is my present intention.”
“But if they fight it out and discover that they have fought the wrong parties, what then?”
“Then the ones left alive will want to fight it out with me!”
“Then there’s going to be a scrap!” Jule exclaimed. “Some day they are sure to find out that they’ve each been watching the wrong party!”