Drifting Out to Sea.

Paging Himself.

"Der Tag."

Paddling Around.

"Boy, Page the Plunderbund."

Hep! Hep! Hep!

"Hylan? William Speaking, Now Listen-"

The Ambulance.

Sir John of Bushwick Goes to Battle.

Marooned Again.

"Where Does That Leave Us?"

Fleeing the Storm.

Nearing the End.

"Now Go Out and Fight 'Em."

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go.

Time to See Where This Money is Going.

"I'm Sorry Junior, but Owing to the Truckmen's Strike There is No Spinach."

"I'm Going to Investigate You."

Can Friendship Go Futher?

Dug out of the Sand.