It was his own name!
But for the life of him he could not answer. He could only lie there without thought or motion.
[CHAPTER XXX—IN SEARCH FOR A CLEW]
The statement of De Garros concerning his chum struck Sam like a blow between the eyes. Of course he did not place the slightest belief in the Frenchman’s words, but he was sorely puzzled and perplexed.
“Where was this place?” he demanded.
“If you will come with me, I will show you,” said De Garros, linking the boy’s arm in his own. “How sorry I am that I did not accompany him myself! But I thought, I sincerely thought, that he was in good hands.”
“Who was this fellow that was with him,” demanded Sam.
“I don’t know. I didn’t notice particularly. It was no one I had ever seen before.”
“What did he look like?”
“As I told you, I did not pay him the attention that I should had I known things were going to turn out like this. He wore a big sun helmet, if that will afford you any clew.”