“Ben Bolt shot me. I am going to arrest him for it.”
“If we meet the rascal and you don’t happen to be around, you can rest assured that we will make him produce the boy.”
“Good enough!”
After some more talk they parted.
Frank sent the ship up into the frozen air.
Turning to Dr. Vaneyke, he said to him, cheerily:
“Now, then, to find the mastodon, professor.”
“Going now?”
“Yes; produce your directions.”
The professor drew a paper from his pocket.