"Queer looking baby," commented Paul, with a grin at his chum.
"That's all right. It did sound like one crying; didn't it?" and Dick appealed to the sailors.
"Sure," agreed Larson, respectfully.
"Certainly," said Frank.
"I'll take him on board and feed him up," went on the millionaire's son, "and then——"
"Maybe Grit will eat him before you get a chance to feed him," suggested Paul.
"By Jinks! I never thought of that," admitted Dick. "I wonder if I can risk it?" for Grit had little use for other dogs, though he never went out of his way to fight. "I'll chance it, though," the lad went on. "I'll make Grit be friends with him."
Nor was it a difficult task, for the little puppy was so weak and forlorn, as it sprawled awkwardly on deck that Grit, after an ominous growl and a showing of his ugly teeth, changed his temper all of a sudden, and began to lick with his tongue the rescued brute.
"They're all right now," declared Dick, with an air of relief. "That's the way to behave, Grit. I'm proud of you!" Grit wagged his stump of a tail, and the puppy thumped his longer appendage weakly on the deck.
"What will you call the new one?" asked Captain Barton.