In the distance several rum-crazed sailors were yelling like so many Indians.
Bostwick came to his senses just as the sand was reached.
"Whe--where am I ?" he asked feebly.

"Oh, my feet!" "We have brought you with us, Bostwick," answered Dick.

"Keep still, and we will do what we can for you." As soon as possible they took the hurt man up, and all started for the entrance to the cave.
"Who goes there ?" cried a voice out of the darkness.
"Is that you, Sam ?" called back Dick.
"Dick! I am glad you are back.

They attacked the house, and we are going to the cave to--" "Yes, we know all about it, Sam.

We have brought one of the sailors along.