"Tell 'em they've got to go!"
"And if they won't?"
"Send for the sheriff!"
While the boys had been holding their council of war the two men had disappeared into their cabin, where they held an angry, but unintelligible, discussion. As Jim brought the Barracouta once more alongside their heads quickly appeared. They were scowling blackly.
"Will you pay rent?" demanded Jim.
"No pay rent," came the defiant reply from both together.
"Pull up your traps, then, and go!"
"No go!" exclaimed the younger. "You go! We stay!"
"That settles it," said Jim. "I'll send for the sheriff to-night, and have him here in the morning."
He leaned over to start his engine. At his first movement the two dropped out of sight, but before he could rock the wheel they were up again, each holding a shot-gun. They leveled these weapons at the Barracouta.