The next instant a figure loomed before him, a great black giant with the face of a south sea cannibal, and a smile—well, such a smile as one sees only in tropical lands.
As the man saw Johnny, he turned half about to speak to some one behind him. The language he used was strange to the boy.
“Two of them,” he thought.
But somehow his fear was gone. That smile was disarming. The next instant Johnny smiled. He laughed out loud, then leaped to his feet to stretch forth both hands in greeting. For the person who moved up to a position beside the towering black Indian was none other than Madge Kennedy.
“How, how did you find me?” Johnny exclaimed when greetings had been exchanged.
Madge turned to the Carib. “These people who have lived here always know everything. He brought me here. But why did you hide?”
“I didn’t, exactly. I came here to get the truth. Having gotten it, I remained to digest it?”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Not exactly.” His tone was dubious. “I suppose you know I’ve played my last card, and lost?”
“I—I guessed it. I’m sorry.”