"It would take a cannon to waken him, by the looks of things."
"Good cold water should do the trick."
Frank went down to the shore, took off his hat and dipped it in the sea. He hastened back, the hat half full of water, and dashed it in Carl Schaum's face.
There was a splutter. Then Joe, anxious to be in on the fun, filled his hat and flung a copious supply of cold water at their captive.
Carl Schaum blinked, groaned, spluttered again, and tried to sit up.
"This will make us even for stealing my motorcycle," said Frank, as he dashed more water into the fellow's face.
"And this," said Joe, hastening up with another hatful.
Carl Schaum was literally drenched. He opened his eyes, then gave vent to a strangled yell. Frank managed to fling another hatful of water into his face before the boys decided that their captive was sufficiently awake.
"Hey! What's this?" roared Schaum indignantly. He had just discovered that his wrists were bound.
"Just a little joke," said Frank.