“Lonesome!” laughed Clem, sinking to the sand beside Dave and Tom, on the morning after their experience with the man in the fish mask. “I thought you said this place was lonesome, Dave.”
“Was—’till you came!”
“Blame me for the Gypsy excitement, but it wasn’t I who tied you two and jumped over the cliff. I didn’t do the signaling from up there on the island, and I wouldn’t be able to talk this morning if I’d been the one to let loose that hideous laugh last night. My, I woke up twice trembling all over from dreaming of that sound. I’d have been scared stiff if old doggy here hadn’t been sleeping on the rug at the foot of my bed.”
GypsyBending down she wrapped her arms around the big hound’s neck.
“You’re going to stay right here with me until somebody claims you, aren’t you, Big Boy?”
