Frank, in another instant, was beside their prisoner. He had a spare piece of rope, and this he quickly passed about the man’s ankles, for fear some of the other strands had become weak.
“What’s the matter?” demanded Andy, rubbing his eyes and leaping up. “Did I fall asleep? Did he get away?”
“You were asleep all right,” replied Frank. “But he didn’t escape. I guess we’ll have to both watch after this.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” said the younger lad contritely.
“That’s all right,” spoke Frank kindly. “You couldn’t help it. We had no sleep last night. Now you get back where you came from,” he ordered the man.
“Aren’t you going to help me? I can’t walk.”
“Then roll in the same as you rolled out.”
There was no help for it, and the prisoner, muttering threats against the lads, was forced to roll over and over on the sand until he was back in his shelter. Thereafter Andy and Frank both stayed awake until morning came.
THEY RESUMED WORK ON THE RAFT IMMEDIATELY AFTER A HASTY BREAKFAST.