All along the beach the yellow balls were bounding into view. He saw the guards and the scouts skipping about to get out of the range of the missiles. Fellows who had been in hiding came dashing down to safe ground. Dave gave the signal whistle for “All in.”
The boys gathered excitedly about their leader.
“See here, Dave,” cried Sammy, “this is the work of ‘The Blues!’”
“Of course it is,” said Frank.
“Let’s capture them,” shouted Bob.
“Yes, it’s pretty near time to go home, anyway,” agreed Dave. “Keep together, fellows. If we catch any of them, we’ll put them through a course of sprouts.”
“Hear them! hear them!” yelled Sammy.
Derisive cries floated down to the beach. This nettled some of the boys. All of them were glad of a chance for new fun and excitement.
“Divide, fellows,” ordered Dave.
“Yes, surround the enemy!” cried Sammy.