TO THE RESCUE!


This much of the interview was perfectly clear to Jerry afterwards,
but what followed he could not quite understand at the time or
later. For a moment it was almost laughable. There stood Aikens
fiercely clutching one arm and waving it up and down as if to pump
further information from him. Mr. Fulton, after the first dazed
instant, darted across the room and grabbed Jerry's other arm.

"_Where_ is he? Tell me--quick!" he demanded.

Then it was that Jerry could not understand, for the look that came
over Mr. Fulton's face at his reply was neither belief nor doubt.
His eyebrows almost met in a frown as he repeated mechanically:

"On Lost Island, you say? But--but--how do you know? You weren't
_on_ Lost Island, were you?"

"No--o," answered Jerry slowly.

A look of relief, quickly hidden, came to Mr. Fulton's face, but
Jerry saw it, and wondered.

"Did someone tell you he was there, then?"

"Someone told me he _wasn't_ there----" began Jerry, when the ting-
a-ling of a telephone bell cut him short.

"Oh!" exclaimed Mr. Fulton and hurried from the room. His muffled