SEARCHING THE WRECK
There was a hard struggle on the beach of lonely Cliff Island. And the
boys did not have such an advantage as it would seem at first, even
though the hands and feet of their mysterious prisoner were bound.
He was big and strong, and he had evidently been in tight places before,
for he knew how to handle himself. Every time he got a chance, as he and
his captors rolled together over the sands, he would strike out with his
two hands at once. Several times he hit Frank or Andy glancing blows,
and once he gave the elder lad such a box on the side of the head that
the boy saw stars for a moment.
Again he hit Andy, and knocked him several feet distant so that at first
Frank feared his brother had been hurt.
“I’m all right!” shouted the plucky Racer lad, as he jumped and came on
to renew the struggle. “Hold his head down in the sand, Frank, and I’ll
tie some more ropes around his feet!”
“You will not!” yelled the man, and as Frank took his brother’s advice,
and pressed the man’s head down in the yielding sand, Andy endeavored to
slip another noose about the feet, for the boys had cut the tow rope
into several pieces.
Like a madman the fellow kicked out with both feet. Frank saw his
object, and uttered a warning cry.
“Keep away!” shouted the elder lad. “If he hits you it will be all day
with you!”
“That’s what it will!” yelled the infuriated man.
“Watch me!” cried Andy with a laugh. “I didn’t learn to throw a lasso
for nothing.” He swung the noose in a circle about his head, and, as the
man raised his feet in the air, to ward off any personal attack, Andy
skillfully tossed the coils about his feet. They fell around the shoes,
and in an instant Andy had pulled his end of the rope taut, making two
coils about the prisoner.
“Now I have him, Frank,” he called. “I’ll take a turn around part of the
boat, and pull. Then you tie down his arms.”
It was a good plan, and well carried out. With a turn of the rope about
a part of the wrecked motor boat, Andy pulled the man’s menacing legs
down flat on the sands. He could no longer raise them.
“I have him!” exclaimed Frank a moment later, as he passed several turns
of the rope he held about the still bound hands and arms of their
prisoner. “Now we’ll truss him up!”
The man was practically helpless now, and he realized it. Suddenly he
ceased his struggles, and when the brothers had completed their work,
and raised him to a sitting position on the sand, he could do no more
harm.
“Well, I guess you’ve got me,” he growled. “What are you going to do
with me?”
“It depends on what you tell us,” said Frank.
“I’ll tell you nothing!”
“Then we’ll take you where you will. I guess when Paul Gale sees you
he’ll remember something about you that will put us on the right track.”
“Paul Gale! That’s not his name. It’s—you say he’ll remember?” and the
man interrupted himself in some confusion. “Has he lost his mind?” The
question was an eager one.
“He can’t remember—” began Andy, but Frank stopped him with a sudden
gesture.
“When you tell us what we want to know, we’ll answer some of your
questions,” the elder lad said. “Come on, Andy. Let’s have a look at the
wrecked motor boat. Maybe we can find some clues there.”
“You keep away from that boat!” cried the man savagely. “It’s mine. I
order you to keep away!” He struggled desperately to get loose, but
could not.
“We’ll do as we please now,” said Frank. “You had your way long enough.
We’re going to solve this mystery. Come, Andy.”
The man glared at them, but he could not help himself. He watched them
go toward the boat and muttered threats at them. But the boys were not
frightened.
The interior of the motor boat, which once had been an expensive craft,
was all confusion. It plainly showed the effects of the fire and
explosion, and the battering of the sea. The hull, however, was sound,
or it would have sunk.
“What do you suppose is in it that he’s been looking for?” asked Andy.
“I don’t know,” replied Frank. “Gold perhaps, or jewels.”
“Maybe valuable papers.”
“Perhaps. Well, let’s see what we can find.”
They poked about in the engine cockpit, looked in all the lockers, and
took out some of the broken seats to search under them, but came upon
nothing of value. There were many splintered and charred boards, and
these they removed, but all to no purpose.
“If anything is here it’s well hidden,” remarked Frank at length.
“This is a fine boat, and with a little fixing could be made good
again.”
They went on with the search. At times the man laughed at them, and
again he harshly urged them to leave the wreck alone. But the boys
searched on. The sun rose higher and the day grew hot.
“I wonder if dad will come for us?” ventured Andy.
“Sure,” asserted his brother.
“I suppose they’ll say we did wrong to come here, and run so many
risks,” went on Andy.
“Well, we meant it all for the best, and it has turned out fine,”
declared Frank. “They won’t worry much, I guess. I wish they’d come for
us, though. I don’t know what to do with this man.”
“That’s right. Well, keep on looking. Dad may come by afternoon.”
If the boys had only known of the cutting down of their rowboat and the
intense anxiety of Mr. Racer they would not have been so confident of
the lack of worry on the part of those at home.
“Say, are you fellows going to keep me here like this all day, in the
hot sun without shelter, and nothing to eat?” the prisoner finally
exclaimed. “It’s not right!”
“Well, perhaps it isn’t,” agreed Frank, “but it wasn’t right for you to
shut us in the cave, either. However, we will give you something to eat,
if you promise not to attack us if we loosen your hands.”
“Loosen only one hand, and don’t trust him,” whispered Andy.
“Oh, I suppose I’ve got to promise,” grumbled the man. “I’m half
starved.”
“So am I,” remarked Andy to his brother. “Let’s quit searching now, and
go for grub. We have plenty of it at our camp, and we can bring it here.
Guess we’d better camp here, too. It’s a better place, and we can’t move
him down very well.”
To this Frank agreed, and they soon had their food moved to the new
location. They looked well to the bonds of the prisoner before leaving
him, even for a few minutes. Then, when a fire had been built, and some
food prepared, they loosened the ropes from one of his hands so that he
might feed himself. Andy and Frank were seated in front of him, eating,
when Andy happened to turn around.
He saw that the man had in some manner, secured possession of a piece of
heavy driftwood. This club he was raising to bring down on the head of
Frank, who was nearest to him. There was no time to call out, for the
stick was already descending, and Andy did the next best thing.
With a quick shove of his foot he sent his brother sprawling over on his
side in the sand, while the club came down harmlessly, but only a few
inches away.