"Throw up your hands!" came a sharp voice from behind, a trifle to the right. "Surrender or you are dead men!"
CHAPTER IX.
JACK TO THE RESCUE.
Frank and Edwards both whirled hurriedly; and not a fathom's length away rode a second small boat; and standing forward were two men, their revolvers levelled directly at the heads of our friends.
"Up they go, Edwards," said Frank quietly, dropping his rifle and suiting the action to the word. "It's no use; they've got the drop on us."
"They have, sir," agreed Edwards.
His rifle also fell to the bottom of the boat with a clatter and his hands went in the air.
"Good!" said one of the men in the other boat. "You will please keep your hands where they are." He turned to his companion. "Fritz, you row closer, while I keep them covered."
The latter obeyed and soon the two boats scraped.