Hank pointed to the big rock before-mentioned, shaped like a pulpit, that stood close to them by the sea edge.
“There, standing close up to it, we can dodge them when they’re coming ashore. Then when they land we can shift round to the north side of it, see?”
“I see,” said George, “but where’s the use? Suppose we manage to hide entirely from them, where’s the use? They’ll take the tents and stores as you said—and where will we be?”
“Now see here,” said the rat trap man. “It’s ten to one the whole crowd will come ashore, leaving only a couple of guys to look after the ship. They’ll beach the boat, leaving a man to look after her and scatter up to the tents, see?”
“Yes.”
“Well, there’s a chance that we may be able to make a dash for the boat, knock the chap on the head, push her off and get to the schooner.”
“Good!” cried Tommie.
“And suppose there’s a lot of fellows on the schooner?” asked George.
“Oh, suppose anything. What do you think this show is? If I know anything of that crowd, it’s our lives we are playing for and the chances are a hundred to one against us. It all depends where they beach the boat. Come along, it’s time to get to eastward of that rock.”