“Didn’t Factor Frazer tell you where we had gone?” he demanded.
“Why no. Did he know?”
“Certainly he knew.” There was an angry quaver in Dick’s voice. “He was the one that sent us up here.”
“Did you let him know that you expected us from Fort Good Faith?” inquired Sandy.
The corporal nodded.
“And he said nothing?”
“Not a word.”
In jerky, angry sentences, Dick told Corporal Rand of the dinosaur and of the incidents leading up to their journey to the island of the granite shaft. Out of breath at last, he paused and Sandy took up the narrative where he left off, relating in the minutest detail everything that had happened subsequent to their departure from the island. Rand listened without once asking a question or making a comment. Even after Sandy had finished, he sat silent and thoughtful, the toe of one boot tracing patterns in the sand.
“Why don’t you laugh?” asked Sandy.
Corporal Rand straightened up. “Laugh? What for?”