Hanleigh went pale.
“The police?” he gasped.
“Why, of course. You don’t suppose we’re going to let you get away with this, do you? You have no right here, you are trespassing on the island, you break into our cabin and go through all our belongings, just like a common burglar. What did you expect?”
“You won’t turn me over to the police,” declared Hanleigh.
“No?”
Hanleigh advanced toward them.
“Get out of my way!” he ordered.
The boys stood their ground.
“Just a minute,” said Frank. “We have rifles here. If you try to make a getaway, we won’t be afraid to shoot.”
Hanleigh hesitated.