"They're dead!" "How did you say you got here ?" demanded Dave suddenly.

"In a car ?" "Yes." "Then we'll prop the canvas up to let air inside the tent, and then you'll drive me to the Hotel Pleasant as fast as you can go!" "Maybe I won't," jeered Fred.
"Maybe you will," retorted Dave Darrin indignantly.

His voice rang with righteous contempt.

"Either you'll stand by at a time like this, or I'll fall upon you tooth and nail---with the very able help of the dog!" Gr-r-r-r! approved Towser, again showing his teeth.
"I---I'll take you!" quavered Ripley.
"Of course you will," nodded Darrin.

"Wait till I see if the lantern is all right." He crawled into the tent, found the lantern and struck a match.
Curiously enough the lantern had not been injured.