CHAPTER XX.—THE PIRATES’ NEST.
Alex sprang to his feet just as Captain Joe came dashing up to the negro, looking fierce enough to consume him at one bite.
If there had been any extra hair at the top of the old negro’s pate it must have stood horizontal at that moment, for Teddy shambled up to the bulldog and began a series of boxing antics such as the old fellow had never witnessed before.
“Gimme mah two dollahs!” he finally managed to shout. “Gimme mah two dollahs, and Ah’ll done go ’way!”
Before Alex could reply, Clay came into the little opening and stood gazing about with wondering eyes.
“Did you see Case and Jule?” was the first question he asked of Alex.
The boy shook his head silently.
“I left them here!” he said.
Clay stepped toward the bank and looked out over the cove.
“Where is the Rambler?” he asked, not without anxiety in his voice.