"See you some other time," called Jack, equally recklessly. The spirit of their exciting dash was in their veins. Both boys would have faced anything rather than return to the tug just then.
"We'll be ashore in a few minutes," encouraged Sandy as they pulled at the oars till the stout ash wood bent like whalebone.
"I rather guess we—" Jack began, when something happened to cut him short.
That "something" was a shower of bullets that pattered all about them. In their haste they had not reckoned on this.
"Better stop rowing," yelled Walstein's bellowing voice, "the next ones are going to hit closer."
CHAPTER X.
A TRAP OF NATURE'S MAKING.
"Dive overboard when I give the word and swim under water!" ordered Sandy.
"The only thing to do, I guess. Look, they are going to fire again."
"Get ready, then."