Joseph Farvel's face darkened into that ugly look which Dick had before noticed.
"I want a true answer, boy!"
"I have told you the truth."
"You know as well as I what brought Robert Menden to this island and this locality."
"Well?"
"I want to know just where he went yester* day afternoon."
"I don't know. I wasn't with him, and I haven't seen him since yesterday morning."
"He didn't return to your camp?"
"I can't say that either. I left my friends, wandered off, and got lost in these woods, and I've been here all night, although not in this swamp."
"Humph!" Farvel mused for a moment and sat down on a fallen tree. "Can you tell me how Menden got to Porto Rico?"
"Aren't you going to help me out?"
"I will—if you'll answer my questions."
"He was picked up out of the ocean by some folks on a yacht, and those folks brought him to San Juan."
"Do you know what he had to say for himself when he was picked up?"
"He thinks he was shoved overboard from the steamship."
At this Joseph Farvel started, but as quickly
