"There!" said the Captain. "I told you we would have him before the day was out. The lost are found, and the dead are alive, sure enough. Where did you get him?" he hailed, in a louder voice.
"Hiding on the shore."
"I'm afraid Tee Ling is getting childish," the Captain commented, in a voice aside to Tom, "if he is going to venture down to the water when things are as hot as they are now."
The men, who seemed to be having a great deal of difficulty, came nearer, and Tom called out in surprise,
"Why, it's Jo."
"Jo?" echoed the Captain.
"Yes; that's not Tee Ling; it's Jo."
"Who's Jo?"
"Why, the Siwash Indian who fishes with me. Hello there, Jo! Where in the world have you been?"
Jo's face was a pale fawn color with fear, but he did not answer.