“Do you know who this man is?” asked Clay, after a short pause, during which the dog was petted and caressed to his heart’s content. “Give a guess.”
The boys made a close examination of the man’s features, but they were so bloody that identification was difficult, if not impossible.
“I give it up!” said Alex.
“So do I!” chorused Jule.
Then the surgeon told who the injured man was, and the boys expressed great satisfaction.
“We’ll see that he don’t get away a second time,” Clay declared. “He’s a tricky chap, but he will stay put now. By the way, where’s Case—on the Esmeralda, I take it.”
Clay and Paul looked at each other with sober eyes.
“Case left the boat two hours ago,” answered Clay. “He said he was going to look for the fish you boys left, and should have been back within half an hour.”
“He seems to be setting up a rivalry to Alex,” laughed Paul. “That boy certainly can have more adventures in less time than any boy in the wide world!”
“Oh, Clay can go some in that line!” laughed Alex, “but where do you think the boy is?”