Part 1 (2/2)

”Just the same, only worse,” answered Jack ”Tune up to 1,375 , shrieking sound

It's steady, too If it were dot and dash stuff, Iout of it But soth, too, that is practically never used From 1,100 meters to 1,400 meters, you know, is reserved and unused wave territory”

”I wonder what it can be,” said Frank

Bob by now had approached within calling distance, and he was so excited that he began to run

”What's theyou?” asked Jack, as the big fellow ploughed through the sand and halted before theive to know?”

”At hi tackle

His arms closed about Bob's waist At the sa to one side, dived in His grip tightened about Bob's legs below the knees All three lads rolled over in the sand in a laughing, struggling heap Presently, Jack and Frank bestrode the forripped Bob's crisply curling hair

”Noill you tell?” he deht, you big bully,” answered Bob ”Why don't you pick on a fellow your size?”

With which rehty heave--as Frank afterwards described it ”like a whale with a tu Then he stood upright, brushi+ng the sand fro clothes

”Oh, is that you down there?” he asked ”Why, where did you come from?”

Then, as Frank made a clutch for his ankle, he brushed him aside and sat down on the sand:

”Say, listen, cut out the fooling I've got so to tell you fellows”

Bob was so plainly excited that his chu up they seated themselves beside him

”Fire away,” said Jack

”What would you say toup out of the sea, crossing the sands of Starfish Cove and disappearing into the trees beyond there?”

The inlet which Bob thus referred to was some three miles distant, with a patch of ti of low sandhills behind the woods

”A peg-legged man?” said Frank ”That certainly sounds piratical Go on Your i well to-day”

”Did he arrive in a boat?” asked Jack

Bob nodded