"Drop that gun," came an order in Tom's ringing voice.
CHAPTER VII
THEIR PIRATE PRISONER
With an exclamation of surprise and alarm all eyes were turned in Tom's
direction. With a steady hand he was leveling an automatic pistol at the
head of the outlaw who now dropped his pistol hand to his side without,
however, relinquishing his hold upon the weapon. His shifty eyes were
closely watching the boy.
"I'll not tell you again!" warned Tom. "Once is plenty."
"Yes, I heard you the first time!" gritted the outlaw, opening his hand
and permitting the weapon to drop to the sand. "You wait! You Yankees
can't come down here and have your own way always."
"We won't argue that point just now," was Tom's rejoinder. "Right now,
you'll please put your hands up over your head." Then as the outlaw
obeyed, Tom added--"Way up with 'em. Pick me a star or two out of the
sky. Keep 'em up there and watch a comet while one of my friends goes
through you for souvenirs of the occasion."
As Jack stepped forward to search the captive, Frank took a closer look
at the dark face and bruised nose, then cried out:
"Why, Wyckoff, how did you get back here?"
"Is this your friend Wyckoff?" questioned Jack, turning to Frank before
continuing his task of searching their involuntary guest.
"This is the man who warned me back and who marooned me on this lonely
island!" declared Frank with some heat. "I know him!"
"That settles it!" stated Jack in a determined tone.
Pages:
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61