"There are two more of 'em," cried Shelley.
"Confound the luck, what sort of a game is this anyway?" said Sid
Merrick, much chagrined.
"Well, it is more than we expected," answered Shelley. "I, for one, don't care to risk being shot down. I reckon they have the bulge on us, if there really are ten of 'em."
"I've seen but five the three ahead and the two over yonder."
"There are two more!" answered Shelley and pointed to another rock, to which Sam and Tom had just crawled. "That makes seven."
"Go back, I tell you," warned Dick. "We'll give you just two minutes in which to make up your mind. If you don't go back we'll start to shoot!"
"Come on back!" cried Tad, from a safe distance. "Don't let them shoot you, Uncle Sid!"
"We'll go back to our ship," called out Sid Merrick. "But remember, this thing isn't settled yet."
"If you have any differences with the Stanbopes you can settle with the folks on the steam yacht which has just arrived," answered Dick, not knowing what else to say.
The party under Sid Merrick began to retreat, and Dick, Tom and Sam watched them with interest, until the lights faded in the distance. Then Tom did a jig in his delight.