Dick was in the cabin, Arnold Baxter left him in Dan's charge and hurried back to the sanitarium with the turnout. In the meantime Captain Langless summoned his sailors and told them they would sail at early dawn—half-past four.
Locking the door of the cabin and putting the key in his pocket, Dan Baxter turned up the light and then looked at Dick, who lay half propped up in a chair.
"I guess I'll wake him up," he muttered, and going over to the helpless youth he pulled his nose vigorously.
"Oh!" groaned Dick, and opened his eyes dreamily. Then he caught sight of Dan and stared as if he had seen a ghost.
"Dan Baxter!" he said slowly. "Can it be possible?"
"Yes, it's me," replied the bully, with small regard for grammar. "Do you know that you are in my power, Dick Rover?"
"I—I—thought you were dead," and Dick closed his eyes again, for it was next to impossible for him to arouse himself.
"I'm a long way from being dead," laughed Dan harshly. "I reckon you'll die before I do."
Dick pulled himself together with a great effort.
"Then the landslide didn't catch you?" he questioned.
