Part 46 (1/2)

”They'll be off before we can reach them!” groaned Dave. ”Oh, do hurry, fellows!”

”I'm coming as fast as I can!” answered Phil.

”So am I,” added Roger.

”You ought to shoot at them, if they won't stop,” put in Merwell.

”I'll do what I can,” answered our hero. He was wondering how far the present situation would justify the use of firearms.

At last the rocks were left behind, and the crowd found themselves in the fringe of palm trees lining the sandy sh.o.r.e.

”Do you see them?” queried Phil, who was getting winded from his exertions.

”No, I don't,” returned Dave. He had looked up and down the sandy strip in vain for a sight of the Englishmen and Jasniff.

Beyond the beach was the reef with the ever-present breakers and far beyond this the s.h.i.+p they, had before sighted. The schooner lay-to with all sails lowered.

”There they are!” suddenly shouted Billy Dill. ”Too late, boys, too late!”

”Where? where?” came in a shout from the lads and from Giles Borden.

”Look out there, by the reef. Don't you see the small boat in the breakers?” went on the old sailor, pointing with his bronzed hand.

All gazed in the direction he indicated, and Dave and Giles Borden could not repress a groan of dismay. For, riding the swells of the ocean, could be seen a small boat, manned by two sailors. In the boat sat four pa.s.sengers.

”That's Jasniff, I am sure of it!” cried Phil.

”And those three men are the fellows who robbed me!” muttered Giles Borden. ”Oh, what luck! Ten minutes too late!”

”Can't we follow them in some way?” asked Roger.

”I don't see how,” answered Dave. ”Our rowboat is on the other side of the island. Besides, even if we had a boat, I don't believe we could catch them before the schooner got underway. Oh, isn't it a shame!”

And Dave fairly ground his teeth in helpless dismay.

”If we had a cannon!” murmured old Billy Dill. ”A shot across the bow o' that craft would make the cap'n take warnin', I'm thinkin'!”

”Do you suppose any other boat is handy?” asked the Englishman.

”We might look,” returned the senator's son.

All were about to run out on the beach when Dave suddenly called a halt.

”Don't do it,” he said. ”If we can't follow them, it will be best for the present not to show ourselves.”

”How's that?” demanded Giles Borden. ”It's a b.l.o.o.d.y shame to let them go in this fas.h.i.+on.”

”If they see us, they'll know we are after them and they'll sail away as fast as possible,” went on our hero. ”If they don't see us, they may take their time in getting away, and that will give us so much better chance to catch them.”

”Dave is right!” cried the senator's son. And the others agreed with him, and all kept concealed behind the row of palms and the brushwood and rocks. From that point they watched the small boat gradually approach the schooner until it was alongside. Then a rope ladder was lowered and the pa.s.sengers mounted to the deck, after which the rowboat was drawn up on the davits.

”What s.h.i.+p is that?” asked Phil.