“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?”