“Don’t be so impatient, Sandy,” Dick advised him. “He’ll be along presently. When you get there, give my respects to Inspector Cameron.”
“Righto!”
A well-known figure made his way along the path from the warehouse. Not long afterward, the young Indian, attired in dry clothing and grinning broadly, took his place in the canoe beside Sandy. The order was given to start. Paddles dipped in the water.
“Good-bye, Dick, good-bye!” shrieked Sandy and Toma.
“Good-bye,” Dick answered, feeling suddenly very lonely and out of it.
Corporal Rand turned, smiled and waved his hand.
“Keep out of mischief, Dick,” he advised him.
“I’ll try to,” responded Dick.
To the surprise of everyone, Wolf Brennan swung half way around and leered back toward shore.
“Don’t go diggin’ up no more dinosaur’s bones,” he called out mockingly, while Toby McCallum bent forward and gave vent to a cackling, jarring laugh.