"You wounded one of the others. Probably one of the fellows stayed behind to look after the wounded man's injury."
"But how could they get here in that dugout, and lay us aboard, like they did? We're a good ways from that island."
"No doubt, Dick," said Matt, "they surmized that we would take the South Channel on our way to Para. While we were meandering around in that blind passage they were paddling for this place, and getting ready to attack us."
"I like their nerve!" muttered Dick; "three of 'em tryin' to capture the Grampus!"
"You don't think they live on that island, do you?" asked Glennie.
"They live on an island, all right," returned Matt, "but it's a good many thousand miles from here."
Carl took a furtive look at Motor Matt.
"You vas joshing!" exclaimed Carl.
"If you fellows had your eyes," smiled Matt, "there wouldn't be any joshing."
"Some of that chink's dope is still fogging your brain, old ship," observed Dick. "But what's the use of talking? You've got your prisoner, Mr. Glennie. Better bring him downstairs. First thing you know he'll be in the water, and take Carl along with him."