CHAPTER XXII.--REUNITED!

Frank's heart sank as he cast a look about him and perceived the

helplessness of his position.

"If I could only get this gag off and shout for help," he thought,

"maybe somebody would hear me."

But there seemed to be no means of compassing this end, try as he would

to think of some way. All at once, as the stars were beginning to fade

and a faint flush of gray appeared in the east, he perceived a nail

sticking up on the rim of the barrel. This gave him an idea. By bending

slightly he would be able to bring the edge of the gag against the sharp

pointed bit of metal, and possibly tear it out. At any rate, it was

worth trying, and Frank at once proceeded to put his plan into action.

It was a hard job to bend low enough to bring his mouth on a level with

the nail, but fortunately the barrel was a large one, and consequently

he had not so very far to stoop. By making a desperate effort he

succeeded at last in dragging the gag across the nail. In doing this he

scratched his chin, but he did not mind that, for the nail caught and

held the rag, tearing it out of his mouth as he moved his head.

"Hurray!" breathed Frank, inhaling a great lungful of fresh air. "Now I

can at least make a racket, and maybe that will bring some one."

With all his might he began shouting for help. In the still morning air

his voice carried clearly across the water, and to the lad's huge

delight it was not long before he perceived, coming toward him a small

fishing boat, which, from the "chugging" sound it made, was evidently

furnished with a gasolene engine.

But the question that now agitated the boy was, "Would they see him or

hear his voice above the loud noise of the motor?" If they did not,

Frank realized that his plight would pass from a serious to a desperate

state, for the barrel was, by this time, caught in a current which was

rapidly increasing the distance between himself and the shore.

To his intense relief, however, he saw the fishing boat suddenly change

her course, and before long she was close enough for him to read the

name "_Two Sisters_" on her broad, bluff bow.

"Waal, by the tarnal!" came a gruff voice, "who and what are yer out

here in a ba'rl?"

The speaker, a burly-looking fellow, with a rough but kindly

countenance, regarded Frank's face, which was all that was visible of

him, with the most intense astonishment, as well he might. In a long

experience off shore, covering all sorts of adventures, Captain Elihu

Carney of the _Two Sisters_ had never before beheld a floating barrel

with a human head projecting from it.

"It's a kid--a boy!" shouted one of his mates from the stern of the _Two

Sisters_, where he held the tiller.

"Crack-e-e! so it air. Hey, kid, what yer doin' out here? Takin' a

cruise, or is this one of them new-fangled health cures?"

"It's neither, I assure you," cried Frank; "get me out of this and I'll

tell you all about it."

"I'll run alongside and you can climb out."

"No, I can't," returned Frank; "I'm bound hand and foot."

"What! Say, you be'ant one of them movin' picter fellers makin' a fillum

be yer?"

Captain Carney's rugged face held a look full of suspicion. Once not

long before his boat had been boarded by a beauteous maiden, apparently

fleeing from a band of desperadoes. The gallant captain had fished her

out of the dory in which she was rowing from her pursuers and had

threatened the apparent rascals with all sorts of dire things. Then to

his chagrin a voice had hailed him:

"Hey, you old mossback! You've spoiled a grind!"

A "grind" being moving picture language for a film.

"I certainly am not," returned Frank indignantly; "no moving pictures

about this, I can tell you. This is the real thing."

"Waal, as I don't see no camera about I reckon it's all right. Put her

head round, Eph, and we'll pick him up, but 'once bitten twice shy,' you

know."

Eph, the helmsman, brought the bow of the _Two Sisters_ round and slowed

up the engine. A minute later the fishing boat's side was scraping the

barrel, and Captain Carney's muscular arms lifted Frank out of his

floating prison as if he had been an infant.

"Waal, I'll be double decked consarned!" he roared, as he saw the ropes

that confined the boy's limbs. "Who done this?"

"Some rascals who had good cause to wish me harm," said Frank. "I

suppose they thought they could get rid of me while they made their

escape."

"What's the world comin' to?" cried the rugged skipper, throwing up his

hands.

He reached into his belt for a tarry sailor's knife and cut Frank loose

in a few strokes of the keen blade. But the boy was so stiff from loss

of circulation that it was some time before he recovered the use of his

limbs. The _Two Sisters_, it turned out, was headed for Bayhaven, to

which port she belonged, but so far had Frank drifted in his--or rather

somebody else's barrel--that he was able to tell his whole story before

the wharf was reached.

As they neared it the skipper ordered Eph to blow the compressed air

whistle so as to apprise every one ashore that something unusual was

happening. Among the crowd that hastened to the wharf in response to the

frenzied tooting Frank recognized Dr. Perkins and Harry. As they drew

close he saw how white and strained their faces were, and realized what

anxiety they must have been through on his account. He shouted loudly,

and at the sound of his voice both Harry and the staid inventor set up a

series of cheers that drowned the tooting of the whistle. As for Plumbo

Boggs, who was also on the wharf, he burst into rhyme at once.

"Home again! home again from the stormy sea; now that your chum is found

all right, don't blame me!"

So saying he capered about, snapping his fingers and performing a dozen

odd antics while the _Two Sisters_ was making fast. Without waiting for

Frank, who was still stiff and sore, to come up on the wharf, Harry and

Dr. Perkins jumped to the deck of the _Two Sisters_, and the former

fairly threw his arms about his brother's neck.

"If you only knew how glad I am you have come back," he exclaimed.

"What ever happened to you?" demanded Dr. Perkins.

"It's a long story," said Frank, "and I'm famished. Suppose we ask

Captain Carney and Eph to breakfast with us and while we are eating I'll

tell you all about it."

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