"And we'll use them if we have to," the captain added.
"Perhaps they have gone off and we won't see anything more of them," Bob said.
But a half hour later, when the first tinge of the coming day reddened the sky, they saw that Bob's hope was vain.
"Gee, there must be a million of them," Jack gasped as their forms began to take shape.
"There are over a hundred at any rate," Bob corrected him. "Enough to give us a lot of trouble if they take into it into their heads to come after us."
"I don't see but a couple of their boats."
"And they won't hold more than eight or ten each," Bob added hopefully.
The two boys were standing near the stern by themselves, the rest being forward where the captain was trying to determine how badly they were imbedded. They had been to their cabin to get their automatics and had stopped for a view of the shore, as they saw that it was getting light.
"Well, let's go up forward and see what they've found out," Bob suggested.
"Hope we aren't stuck very hard."