“I guess there’s trouble brewing that I wasn’t counting on,” the boy said dejectedly. “Teddy and I can’t fight the whole bunch.”
CHAPTER VIII.—CAPTAIN JOE’S MESSAGE.
“Where do you think the bulldog came from?” asked Hank as, with Alex and Case, he stood watching the dog capering about in the joy of victory. “He seems to know you boys pretty well.”
“This dog,” Alex answered, “is the champion four-footed traveler of the world. He’s been on all the big rivers, and in all the big cities. He’s taken bites out of all the tribes on the face of the globe. He belongs on the Rambler with us.”
“Seems like a mighty pert dog?” admitted the mountaineer.
“You don’t have to guess again!” Case put in.
“Anyway, he done finished that hound in good shape,” Hank suggested.
He stooped as he spoke and took the end of a rope into his fingers.
“You see how it is,” he said, “the animal broke his leash and got away from the bunch sleuthing in the woods.”
“Then they won’t be able to find us?” asked Alex.