“Toward us,” added Willie. “Say, they mean business!”
“There’s that parrot woman who was watching us,” Jack said, recognizing her amid the angry throng. “She’s stirred up the natives against us!”
“But why?” Ken demanded. “Did she see us bury the boxes?”
“She may have,” Jack replied. “Anyway, she’s Carter’s friend. He may be behind this!”
“We’ll have some tall explaining to do in a minute or so,” Ken said. “How’s you’re Spanish, Jack?”
“Not equal to that gang! They’re out for blood!”
Even as he spoke, a stone was hurled from above. It clattered down over the cliff, barely missing Willie’s head.
“Let’s get out of here fast!” he proposed.
A shower of stones now was falling on the beach. To remain was to invite injury.
“Hey, I don’t want to run,” War protested, holding back. “We’ve done nothing wrong. We can explain—”