"I've reformed," sniveled Schaum. "I've gone straight ever since I got out of jail."
"Yes, you have!" laughed Frank. "How about stealing my motorcycle while we were in swimming?"
Schaum looked confused.
"I didn't know it was your motorcycle."
"It doesn't matter whose motorcycle it was. You meant to steal it. That doesn't look as if you've reformed very much. No, you must come along with us."
Unwillingly, Carl Schaum stumbled along the beach with his two captors.
Frank and Joe did not have a very clear idea of what they were to do with Schaum, now that they had captured him. At first they thought of keeping him in the cave, but Joe pointed out that he might get away again and that it would mean too much trouble keeping guard over him.
"And he'd eat too much," added Frank. "That's another little score we have to settle with you, Schaum. You were in the cave the other night and stole most of our provisions."
"I was hungry," whined the prisoner. "I only meant to borrow a little bit of food."
"Borrowers don't come sneaking around when every one is asleep. Where are our provisions now?"