ain.

"Alive, is he?" the Captain exclaimed. "Get a stretcher and take him
aboard at once or he may die yet of his wounds. Perhaps that would be
the best thing he could do; but that's not for us to say."

To a boy of Tom's generous and manly nature it was a great relief to see
the unconscious Customs Inspector carried aboard the _Madrona_. But he
said nothing.

The Captain was silent also for a long time. Presently his attention was
attracted by something unusual on the beach, and, dismissing an
unpleasant train of thought, he broke out, "What have you there, men?"

Four of the _Madrona_'s men were seen at this moment coming around the
point on the shore with a very unwilling prisoner.

"There!" said the Captain. "I told you we would have him before the day
was out. The lost are found, and the dead are alive, sure enough. Where
did you get him?" he hailed, in a louder voice.

"Hiding on the shore."

"I'm afraid Tee Ling is getting childish," the Captain commented, in a
voice aside to Tom, "if he is going to venture down to the water when
things are as hot as they are now."

The men, who seemed to be having a great deal of difficulty, came
nearer, and Tom called out in surprise,

"Why, it's Jo."

"Jo?" echoed the Captain.

"Yes; that's not Tee Ling; it's Jo."

"Who's Jo?"

"Why, the Siwash Indian who fishes with me. Hello there, Jo! Where in
the world have you been?"

Jo's face was a pale fawn color with fear, but he did not answer.

"Let him go, boys," the Captain said, smiling. "It's all right. He's not
the one we are after."

"It's all right, Jo," Tom repeated; but the latter, though now at
liberty, was still silent and very serious. There were many cloudy
thoughts shaping in his bewildered mind. He had expected to be sent to
prison for being a smuggler, and hanged for shooting a man. It was
difficult for him to get rid of these ideas on short notice.

Indeed, it is hardly probable that he ever clearly understood the
strange turn which events took in the next few hours.

At any rate he was not heard to utter a single word for two whole days.

TURNING A TRIPLE SOMERSAULT.

"Whatever you do, don't join a circus," said John, the new stableman. He
was sitting on top of a feed barrel in the barn with a pipe in his
mouth, and his deliberate manner bore conviction that he knew what he
was talking about. The boys had always wondered where John had learned
so much about this big world and its