"Where's your companion?
There must be two of you." "Yes, there is another one," answered the prisoner.

"Ned Wilbur is around the other side of the boat-house." "Well, Ben," said Frank, "if you will watch this fellow, Harry and I will see what we can do for Ned." So saying, he went carefully around one side of the boat-house, and Harry disappeared around the other.

Frank reached the end of the house first, and discovered the coast-guard standing in the door-way, as motionless as a statue.

He was waiting for Harry to make his appearance at the opposite end, when the sentinel suddenly uttered an ejaculation of surprise, and bounded up the bank; but, just as he reached the top, a dark form, which seemed to rise out of the ground, clasped the fleeting coast-guard in its arms, and a voice, which Frank recognized as William Johnson's, said, in a low whisper, "You're my prisoner!" "It's just my luck," said the crest-fallen sentinel, bitterly, as William led him down the bank.

"I told Charley Sheldon that we would be sure to be gobbled up if we were stationed here.