Sandy strode forward and put a hand on Dick’s shoulder.
“No use to bother with him, Dick,” he exclaimed in disgust. “We’re just wasting time. He’d keep us talking here all night. Our best plan is to get out of here as quickly as possible. Govereau may be along any time to find out what has happened to him.”
“I think same, too,” Toma cut in. “What you say I hitch up huskies, and we start right away?”
Dick glanced from one to the other.
“I guess you’re right. We can’t any more than lose our way in the dark, and we’ve been lost before.”
“But what are we going to do with him?” Sandy wondered, pointing at their prisoner.
“We’ll have to leave him here with Raoul,” Dick replied. Then he turned to Toma’s friend.
“Do you object?” he asked. “You can release him sometime tomorrow. That will give us a chance to be well on our way before Govereau learns what has become of us.”
Raoul nodded his head, grinning.
“All right, me keep ’em big fellow in bed. Bye an’ bye feed him with spoon like little baby. How you like that?” he asked, turning to Watson.