“Git away out av that!”
Boom, bang!
“Go it, ye divils! Go it!”
Crash, boom!
First it was Barney’s voice.
Then it was the roar of the grenades.
Next it was a chorus of oaths, yells, and cries of pain.
At last it was a general stampede of the pirates before they had time to fire the fatal volley with which they designed to kill Frank and his two companions.
“Hurrah! A rescue!” cried the inventor.
“Fire at them!” gasped Zamora, using his pistol.