“Call the dog off!” roared the prostrate man. “Wait till I get hold of him!”
“All right!” replied Alex. “I’ll wait as long as you like, but in the meantime you’ll be eaten up!”
“For the love of Mike, call him off!” cried the prostrate man. “He’s killing me!”
“That’s just the fate you deserve!” commented Buck. “One of your chums stole my boat.”
“And the whole crew will be on top of us if we don’t get a move on!” declared Case. “Let the man up, and let’s get out of this.”
The fallen man was assisted to his feet, and Alex rushed to the cabin to see what had become of Paul Stegman. Much to his surprise he found him there, alive and thriving.
“Hello, Paul!” the boy shouted. “You don’t appear to be much the worse for your association with the robbers!”
“Do you know what one of them did for me?” asked Paul. “Bet you never can guess!”
Alex gave a number of guesses and then gave it up.
“He set my leg!”