Clif glanced at Joy in amazement.
“That voice is familiar,” he exclaimed. “Can it be——”
“It is Judson Greene,” hastily interrupted the lanky lad. “He was in the launch with us last night.”
“I am heartily glad he is saved,” said Clif, sincerely. “Poor fellow, what a terrible time he must have had last night.”
“No worse than us,” muttered Trolley. “He no good anyway. Why he saved instead of good man?”
“Trolley never forgives an enemy,” said Joy. “He has it in for Judson Greene. And I don’t blame him, either. The fellow is a cad of the first water, and very dirty water at that.”
“We can’t bear animosity under present circumstances,” replied Clif. “I don’t like the fellow any more than you do. He’s tried to injure me in a thousand ways, but I am willing to forget it.”
The Jap and Joy exchanged glances, and the latter said, softly:
“That’s Clif all over. He’s as generous as he is brave and good, bless his old heart!”