The bombardment ceased for a few minutes.
Then four boat-loads of men put off from the cruiser, and, at the same time, the six-inch gun began anew, covering their advance.
"Let's get down to the shore an' keep 'em from landin'!" cried Jim.
But the "Wizard" held him back.
"And have our men killed for nothing? No, Jim, we've got a good trench here and can hold it. It'll cost them dear to attack."
"But they'll get all the gold from our last clean-up!"
"They won't, Uncle Jim," put in Jameine. "I opened the safe and we carried all the bags here."
"And your own little pile?"
The girl shook a little sewing-bag she was carrying, and laughed.
"I was sewing when you called me, and I only had time to throw it in here. Gold dust is all mixed up with pins and needles and things."