“But where is Alex?” he asked.
“He is still on shore,” replied Case. “I told him not to go away, but he rushed off when I was away. Now we’ll have to go into the city and get him out of some scrape.”
“You are mild in your prophecy of evil this morning,” laughed Jule. “Ordinarily you would have had him hung, drawn and quartered for trying to rob a bank.”
Case hung his head and smiled at the reference to his failing.
“Well, he ought to be here,” he said.
“I should think you would go out of business as a prophet,” laughed Jule. “All your prognostications fail. See! This one fails, for here comes Alex now. What is that he is carrying?”
“Looks like a large Brazilian monkey,” replied Frank.
“And the kid has an escort, at that!” roared Jule. “Just see the mob chasing after him!”
“That is a dog he has,” Case exclaimed, looking at the advancing boy through a glass. “If it isn’t a half-grown, white bulldog. I’ll wash dishes for a month. Must be heavy!”
“Well,” Clay grinned, “Alex is making a try for the running record, if it is heavy. Look at him cover the ground!”