“Well, we deserve something after all we went through,” remarked the younger lad, as he thought of the rising tide in the cave.
“That fellow is in a hurry all right,” went on Frank, with a wave of his hand toward the sailor who was now some distance out. “I guess he hit him a pretty hard blow.”
“Maybe he killed that man, and is afraid we’ll arrest him,” suggested Andy.
“Nonsense! I don’t believe that man is dead.”
They were close to him now and stopped to observe the quiet figure. They hesitated for a moment, for, though they had made up their minds to make the man a prisoner, it was the first time they had done anything of the sort, and, naturally, they were a little timid.
Suddenly the figure on the sands stirred, and there came a murmur from the mysterious man.
“If we’re going to do anything, we’d better get at it,” suggested Andy. “He’ll come to his senses in a minute and we’ll have our hands full. He’s a powerful fellow.”
“That’s so. I wonder where there’s some rope?” asked Frank.
Andy motioned to the wreck of the motor boat, near which the man lay.
“There’s plenty,” he said. “They had a long rope to tow it with. I’ll get some.”