"Him!" gasped Greer.
Leonard nodded. "He wanted the alcohol in it."
"And you call him a gentleman?"
Leonard nodded again. "Somehow I still call him a gentleman. He's hurt, sick, bruised, but he's a gentleman."
"Well I don't!"
At that moment, the buoy under Caradoc's head bumped into a wooden wall and upset their swimming arrangements.
They were under the overhang of the mysterious schooner.
CHAPTER VIII
THE MYSTERY SHIP