Drifting Out to Sea.

Paging Himself.

"Der Tag."

Paddling Around.

"Boy, Page the Plunderbund."

The Ambulance.

"Hylan? William Speaking, Now Listen-"

Hep! Hep! Hep!

Sir John of Bushwick Goes to Battle.

Marooned Again.

"Where Does That Leave Us?"

Nearing the End.

Fleeing the Storm.

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go.

"Now Go Out and Fight 'Em."

Time to See Where This Money is Going.

"I'm Going to Investigate You."

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

Dug out of the Sand.

Trying to Put out the Light.