One glance showed him that it was the missing boy.
He was senseless.
A cruel blow on the head, dealt by one of the pirates, had knocked him down, wounded and unconscious.
Frank picked him up.
“Now to escape!” he muttered. “If the fire reaches the magazine, the schooner will blow up and kill us!”
He reached the door with his little burden, but to his dismay found it closed with a spring lock.
The knob was broken off, and he therefore could not open it; nor were the windows big enough to let him out.
It made a chill of horror go over Frank.
“By heavens! I’m in for it now!” he gasped.