"Not much!" exclaimed Frank determinedly "We've had enough of your tricks. You'll go on that raft, and you'll stay tied up."
"But if I give you my promise?" whined the man, who seemed to have lost much of his bravado.
"Nixy on your promises," exclaimed Andy. "Come on, Frank, let's work the raft down to shore a bit."
It was not without much labor that the boys succeeded in getting the heavy mass of driftwood down where the tide would float it for them. The man watched them with a scowling face, occasionally muttering to himself.
"Better take something to eat along with us; hadn't we?" asked Andy, when they were waiting for the rising tide.
"Sure," assented Frank. "We may not be picked up until along toward night. And we'll want water. Lucky we've got some empty cracker tins to carry it in."
They put the food and water aboard, rigged up their rude sail, and then carried their prisoner aboard, as it would be awkward to handle him after the raft was afloat.
Meanwhile they had looked eagerly for any sign of an approaching sail, but had seen nothing.
"Well, I guess we can get aboard," spoke Frank at length. "It's been quite an adventure for us, and I'm glad it's about over. Paul Gale will soon know who he is."
"We'll see," sneered the man.