It fell harmlessly, and, like a monster baulked of its prey, retired growling and muttering to merge into the turmoil of tumbling breakers.
CHAPTER XXV
Home Again
When Peter came to himself he was lying on the wet sand with his head pillowed on a greatcoat. Something warm was licking his face. It was Molly. Overjoyed at her master’s return, she could not be restrained from showing her joy and relief in true doggie fashion, and her delight redoubled when the Sea Scout opened his eyes and attempted to sit up.
“Good old Peter!” exclaimed Brandon. “How do you feel?”
“As if I’d been sand-papered,” replied Craddock, with perfect truthfulness. Then, recalling the reason for his present plight, he asked, “Where’s the fellow we rescued? Is he dead?”
“He’s alive,” declared the Patrol Leader, and, turning to Mr. Grant, he asked in a low voice, “Can I tell him?”
“Yes, do,” answered the Scoutmaster.
“Do you know who the fellow is?” continued Brandon. “It’s Carlo Bone—Blueskin.”
Peter sat up.
“Really?” he rejoined. “Where is he?”