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 punching your fat head until you cried for mercy. But now that you are where I can do it, I won't soil my hands on you. A bullet is more the sort of medicine you need," he added, suddenly warming up and pushing the muzzle of the revolver within an inch of the man's forehead.

Flagg squirmed. For a moment fear showed in his eyes.

"Bah!" said Tempest. "You're a chicken-hearted old scoundrel, after all, when it comes to a pinch, and when you aren't holding the gun. See, I'll give you ten minutes to clear out. Jim, take the dory ashore, and bring off the Kanaka. You needn't be afraid of leaving us alone. I've got something here that will keep our friend quiet."

Jim rowed to the beach and there found Dave standing on guard over his prisoner, with a stout piece of driftwood in his hand. The man had recovered, but was lying still, evidently realizing that the boy had him at a disadvantage.

"What's happened?" Dave asked eagerly.