“I saw somebody looking at us, from behind yonder trees!” cried the master of the Golden Eagle.
“One of the Englishmen?” queried Phil.
“No, it was somebody younger—looked a little like that picture of Link Merwell!”
“Come on—after them!” cried Dave, and started on a run in the direction the captain indicated.
All were soon on the way, climbing over some rough rocks at first and then crashing through the heavy undergrowth. Then they entered a forest of tropical trees and vines.
“I see them!” exclaimed Dave, after several hundred feet had been covered. “Jasniff and Merwell as sure as you live! Stop! Stop, I tell you!” he called out.
“You keep back, Dave Porter!” yelled Nick Jasniff in return. “Keep back, or it will be the worse for you!”
“Jasniff, you had better surrender!” cried Roger.
“We’ll be sure to get you sooner or later!” added Phil.
“You’ll never catch me!” answered the other. “Now keep back, or maybe somebody will get shot.”