Sandy emerged from his despondency at this unexpected verbal attack, the light of battle in his eyes.
“What have you done?” he demanded sharply. “What have you done? Well, I’ll tell you. You’ve done just what the rest of us have done. Made a fool out of yourself. Permitted yourself to become a dupe—a-sucker.”
“A sucker! See here. I’ve had about enough of this. I——”
But Sandy went inexorably on:
“Father Bleriot and Dr. Brady have been captured.”
“But, Sandy!——” gasped Dick.
“They’ve been captured, I tell you.”
“But look here, Sandy——”
“Keep quiet, will you, and let me finish. Do you know why this Indian fired that shot?”
“No.”