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Bulkhead. "I have nothing on it." "I see," scorned Jack. "You intended
to bring the meat aboard to use for a sandwich for yourself. You were
about to use our kitchenette for a while, then you would have gone on
peaceably." No answer was vouchsafed to this sally and Jack continued:
"You might as well make a clean breast of the whole matter. We know you.
You were aboard our boat once before. We are several gallons of gasoline
short because of your kindness. 'Fess up, now." "I guess I know a way to
make him talk," declared Frank. "Come here until I suggest a method that
I hope will be effective." Frank and Jack withdrew a little from the
group about the berth holding the stranger. After a moment's
consultation they returned and Jack again addressed the injured boy in a
friendly tone: "Come, now, Carlos Madero, or whatever your name may be,
we want to treat you right, but we're going to have some information if
we have to wring your neck to get it. We don't care about doing you any
harm, especially since you're already wounded, but you will have to
explain your presence here at this hour of the night. Why did you come
aboard barefooted and unannounced?" "I am not afraid of your threats.
You can't do anything to me. Besides, you're Boy Scouts and you wouldn't
harm me." "Never mind about that just now," interrupted Jack. "We can
protect ourselves even if we are Boy Scouts. You'll learn that." "Sure
he'll learn it," chimed in Tom. "He'd better not monkey too far with
this crowd. We'll make him eat that meat." "God idea," declared Jack.
"Arnold, please start the coils and fry this chunk of meat for out
friend. He's hungry." With these words, Jack drew an automatic and
displayed it for the benefit of the visitor. He had no intention of
using the