hrough 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. "He's going to get
all that's coming to him if I have a vote here!"

"Here, too!" chorused the others. "Here's where he gets his."

"Remember, boys, we're Boy Scouts!" cautioned Jack. "No harsh measures
will be permitted. Justice may be necessary--no more."

A murmur of approval that ran around the little group showed that the
boys heartily favored Jack's sentiment in the matter.

Under cover of Tom's leveled automatic Wyckoff, for it was he, remained
passive while Jack searched his pockets, producing therefrom the missing
flashlight made to imitate an automatic pistol, a watch, a purse with
some coins inside, a vile smelling pipe with a pouch of tobacco, a
stubby lead pencil and a note book partly filled with figures and
memoranda. Apparently there was nothing of value.

"Aside from the flashlight and the real automatic pistol, I can't find
that he's taken anything of our property," Jack said when the search was
completed. "I guess we'd better return his own property to him. We don't
want his money and wouldn't use his pipe."

"Now let's tie him up!" Arnold suggested. "I think it would be wise to
sew him down to the sand. He's a slippery fellow."

"Good idea!" laughed Frank. "But tying is better all round."

"What shall we tie him with?" asked Tom. "I have nothing."

"Why, come to think of it," Harry put in, "how did you get ashore,
anyway? Last we knew of you, you were guarding the Fortuna."

"While you lads were up the beach after that horseshoe crab," explained
Tom, "I sat on the roof of the cabin with the glasses. I thought I saw a
figure stealing along in the shelter of those pines to the eastward of
this spot and after a while I made him out. The glasses showed that it
was our last visitor on board the Fortuna. So I knew he'd bear watching,
as they say, and I went below to get a gun for emergency. When I came
out again, he was real close, and I saw what he intended to do. I simply
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