No answer.
“I don’t see anything,” said a second voice, after a pause.
“Well, I do. Some one came over the side just now; it looked like two, but I can see only one, now.”
“Better go below, and sing out to the skipper.”
“Not till I’m sure about what or who it is.”
Footsteps advanced; from behind the cabin top two forms came into view.
“Now,” breathed Ethan Carlyle.
“I’m right here, wid ye,” answered Longsword in the same low tone.
The sailors of the schooner had advanced no more than a dozen steps when the two desperate boarders bounded upon them, and the cold barrel of a pistol pressed against the forehead of each.
“Not a word,” said Longsword, harshly.