ed to be bound hand and
foot! The captors were not taking any chances on escape, although they
evidently believed themselves to be in full possession of the little
island. All was still inside the shelter except that the rain descended
steadily on the leaf roof and now and then a low moan came from the
front of the place.

"That must be the man they cut up," thought the boy. "I wonder if it is
Lieutenant Rowe who is wounded?"

While the boy waited, uncertain what course to pursue, another signal
came from the shore and was answered by another pistol shot.

"Another bunch of Chinks!" he thought.

The signals brought considerable excitement to the camp, and Jimmie
concluded that the new arrival must be a person of some importance. In a
short time nearly every person in the camp rushed away down the hill
toward the bay where the first launch was anchored, as if to welcome the
new arrivals.

"Now's my time!" thought the boy, and in an instant his inquisitive head
was thrust under the canvas, and then the low, snarling call of a wolf
penetrated the shadowy place where the men he believed to be prisoners
lay.

The effect of the signal was instantaneous. A figure half arose and
dropped back again, only to roll over and over in the direction from
which had come the Boy Scout signal used by all members of the Wolf
Patrol. As the bound figure came awkwardly rolling on, Jimmie saw, with
what joy may be readily understood, a red head shining in the firelight!
Never in all his life had any color looked so good to Jimmie as that
brilliant red did at that time!

"Pat Mack?" he whispered.

The figure wiggled and twisted vigorously, but there was no verbal
reply.

"I'll bet dollars to doughnuts they've put a stick in his mouth," said
Jimmie, and this whispered observation was answered by another muscular
demonstration.

"Sure," muttered the boy, "it is Pat an' he's tryin' to talk to me with
his feet, an' them tied up plenty!"

Bolo in hand he crept into the shelter, although the sound of voices
told him that the people who had gone down the hill were now returning.
He could not see the cords which held the still struggling man, but he
found them with his fingers and cut them, not quite certain that he was
serving a friend, but willing, under the circumstances, to take the
risk. First the cords which held the feet were severed, then those which
held the wooden gag in place, then that which confined the hands.

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