“Rumney and Pardell are there, in a long cave,” he whispered. “They are waiting for Geswick and, I think, Jasniff.”
“But where are Captain Sanders and Smiley?” asked the shipowner’s son.
“I don’t know. Perhaps they are watching Jasniff and Geswick—or maybe they have captured those rascals.”
“Oh, let me get at Pardell and Rumney!” cried Giles Borden. “I’ll teach them to rob me!” And he started forward, flourishing a heavy stick he had picked up.
“Wait! wait!” returned Dave, and caught him by the arm. “Don’t go yet. Let us lie low until Geswick comes, and maybe Jasniff. We may be able to capture all of them.”
“Can we handle so many?” asked Roger.
“I think so. Anyway we can try. Remember, Captain Sanders and Smiley may be following Geswick and Jasniff, and if they are, they’ll come to our aid.”
“I’ll wait, but it’s a hard thing to do, don’t you know,” grumbled the Englishman who had been robbed.
“We had better set a guard, so that we are not surprised,” advised Phil. “Supposing we scatter around the rocks and in the vines?”
This was agreed upon, and it was also agreed that Dave should give a whistle when he wanted an attack made.