THE SKELETON IN THE SAND
"Meester Flagg going for li'le trip," Jim replied. "He take this feller with him."
Dave ordered the prisoner forward, and the trio pushed off again in the dory. They found Tempest, as Jim had left him, still master of the situation.
"Say good-by to Mr. Flagg, Dave," Tempest observed quizzically. "He is just about to take a sea voyage for his health, and you may not see him again."
"Sorry he can't stop," said the boy, dryly. "Why, we were just beginning to like him! Say, Tempest, I don't want to interfere with the program, but the sooner I get some grub, the sooner I shall begin to forgive him."
"Righto. A pleasant journey, Flagg. And let it be clearly understood that if we see you hanging around here again, I'll shoot in dead earnest. Savvy?"
Flagg had been lying on his back, apparently accepting the situation now as one in which he was
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