CHAPTER XXIV
JASNIFF AND MERWELL
"It's a man!"
"One of the Englishmen!"
"You are right, lads," came from Captain Sanders. "And see, he is bound hands and feet to the rocks!"
What the master of the Golden Eagle said was true, and as the firebrand was flashed on the scene, the chums could do little but stare in astonishment.
Lying on his back between the rocks was the Englishman named Giles Borden. Hands and feet were bound with a strong cord, which ran around a projection of the rocks in such a manner that the prisoner could scarcely move.
"Who tied you up?" questioned Dave, as he and Phil set to work to liberate the prisoner.
"Geswick, Pardell, and Rumney," groaned the prisoner. "Oh, if only I had my hands on them!"
"Why did they do it?" asked Captain Sanders.
"They wanted to rob me—and they did rob me!" answered Giles Borden. "Oh, help me out of this wretched hole and give me a drink of water! I am dying from thirst!"
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