I certainly handed
him a beauty that time!"
"Good for you," cried Harry, clapping Frank on the shoulder.
"What was the cause of that?" asked Jack, "did he hit you?"
"Well, to make a long story short," Frank continued, "he and his gang
kidnapped Charley and me from the 'Spray' two nights ago. Where they've
got Charley I don't know. They put me ashore here without a thing to eat
or drink and with nothing to make a fire with. As I was shoved ashore
and before the boat got away, I ran up and landed on him. They were on a
schooner of which Wyckoff seemed to be captain. I hope they haven't made
away with Charley."
"If Charley is as resourceful as you, he's all right," consoled Jack. "I
admire your grit and ability. How did you get a fire?"
"I made a fire stick as all Boy Scouts can and took a shoe lace for a
bow string. I had hard work getting the first tiny blaze, but after that
I've kept a bed of coals covered with sand as a reserve. I found a piece
of wreckage and used part of it for a shelter. One part had a long spike
in it and that I sharpened by scraping it on some of the shells. Then I
got a piece of fat pine that had washed ashore and made me a torch. With
this sharp spike and the torch I went fishing at night and got three
dandy big flounders."
"What's a flounder?" asked Arnold intensely interested.
"Well," explained Frank, "a flounder is a queer sort of a flat fish.
He's dark on top and white on the bottom. He swims on his side and has
his two eyes on the one side of his head unlike any other fish.
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