"
It seemed to the boys that Antoine's manner was becoming more
conciliatory every moment.
"The lad was worn out, weak from loss of blood, and sadly in need
of attention," the man went on, "and so, after caring for his wound
and giving him a good breakfast, I gave him a mild sleeping potion,
which, as you already know, affected him only a short time."
"You say it well!" grinned Tommy.
Antoine threw an angry glance at the provoking youngster, but soon
turned to Will once more.
"I didn't quite understand the sudden attack the boys made on me,"
he said. "I was astonished when I received the blow which broke my
wrist."
"Who set your wrist?" asked Will.
"There was only one bone broken, and I set it myself!" was the
reply.
"Perhaps we did wrong in taking it for granted that George had
been drugged to get him out of the way, and that we would share
the same fate," Will admitted after a moment. "But, under the
circumstances, I don't see how we could have done any differently."
"I'm sorry you were so precipitous," Antoine said with what was
intended for a suave smile. "You boys, I understand," he went on,
"are now occupying the cabin on the island in the marsh."
"Who told you that?" asked Will.
"No one!" was the reply.
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