“They can’t reach us with their bullets now,” answered Hippy. “We are protected by the overhang of the mountain on their side.”
“Hippy is right. They have stopped shooting,” announced Grace.
At this juncture Stacy Brown floundered ashore and ran dripping towards the cave.
“Here, here! Where are you going?” called Elfreda.
“Into my bomb-proof shelter; that’s where I’m going,” flung back Stacy.
“You had better hide,” reminded Elfreda.
“Where’s that boy?” cried Hippy as he, too, floundered ashore.
“Never mind Stacy now. We have other and more important matters on hand,” answered Grace. “Hurry, Tom. I have sent Woo up among the rocks to act as lookout while we consider what to do next.”
“This is a fine mess. Here I am drenched to the skin, shivering like a man with the ague, and a band of scoundrels trying to shoot me up. Hospitable country, I must say,” complained Tom Gray.
“It might be worse. You and Hippy had better go into the cave and change your clothes,” suggested Grace.