“Prince Miguel!” thought Nick. “I suspected as much. Well, I’ll have something to say to Prince Miguel in New York if he doesn’t behave himself.”
Miguel was looking at him by the light of his flash light, shaking his head with an amused smile.
“You are very wet, my cousin,” he broke out, after a short pause. “Who was that person who tried to get you out of the water and whom you put on that launch?”
“How should I know?”
“A stranger, eh?”
“What else would he be?” demanded Nick. “Do you suppose I know anybody up here?”
“There was a lady in the launch,” went on Miguel. “She seemed to be much interested in you.”
“Probably a friend of the man who tried to save me from drowning,” suggested the detective.
“Ah! Very likely! She got away in a great hurry when once she had the man aboard. He looked as if he were in worse condition than you.”
“He was.”