LOST—THE STORM.
Jack now surveyed the field of action with some satisfaction.
"Well, I managed to lay 'em all out at last," he told himself. "Now to see how Frank and the others are."
He hurried first to Frank's side. The latter was just returning to consciousness and raised himself on one elbow as Jack kneeled beside him.
"How do you feel, old man?" asked Jack gently.
"I don't feel so much," was Frank's reply. "Say, that fellow must have given me a pretty good crack."
"He did," said Jack dryly. "I can vouch for that. He landed on your head with that revolver like a ton of brick. Do you think you can stand?"
"I guess so. Lend a hand, will you?"
Jack helped his chum to his feet. Frank staggered a bit at first, but in a minute or two announced that he was fit for whatever might come. He followed Jack aft, where lay the bodies of Edwards and Williams.
Jack passed his hand over Edwards' face and the man stirred feebly.