As the Golden Eagle II drew nearer, the figure of old Luther Barr
could be plainly seen rushing about on the upper bridge.
He seemed demented with terror.
"Save me! save me! the ship is going down!" he cried in agonized
tones, as a few minutes later the aeroplane swung in big circles
above his head.
The boys, despite their righteous anger at the wicked old man, yet
could not help feeling some pity mingled with their amusement as the
old coward ran about the bridge like a crazy man.
"We'll get you off if you'll agree to do something for us," hailed
Frank through his megaphone as the aeroplane soared in big circles
round the wreck and the distracted old man.
"Anything, anything!" cried back old Barr piteously.
"Will you sign a release for the ivory you stole from us, admitting
your theft?" asked Frank.
"Yes, yes, my boys. I'll sign anything, but get me off. I don't
want to die like this. Oh this is a terrible end!"
"What are you going to do, Frank?" asked Billy, as the Golden Eagle
II, in obedience to Frank's controlling hand, began to drop.
"You see that sand bank that the falling tide has exposed," was
Frank's reply.
They all nodded.
"I am going to land there and we can wade through the water to the
yacht. I judge the water isn't more than three feet deep at the
deepest part.
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