"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 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?"
"It depends on what you tell us," said Frank.
"I'll tell you nothing!"
"Then we'll take you where you will. I guess when Paul Gale sees you he'll remember something about you that will put us on the right track."
"Paul Gale! That's not his name. It's—you say he'll remember?" and the man interrupted himself in some confusion. "Has he lost his mind?" The question was an eager one.
"He can't remember—" began Andy, but Frank stopped him with a sudden gesture.