Nobody was left out, not even the six Peruvians hired by Mr. Dane as a bodyguard or escort.
But the brigands were making things hot in the vicinity.
One of the Peruvian guards had been shot, and there was great danger that some one else would be hurt.
Frank Reade, Jr., set his lips tightly.
“I’ll soon take the conceit out of those villains,” he declared. “Wait here until I return.”
Then he leaped on to the Kite’s deck.
Barney went into the pilot-house, while Frank stationed himself at the rail with some bombs.
The Kite, like a huge bird, sailed up over the mountain wall.
Then Frank began throwing the bombs.
Into every open place and crevice in the cliffs he threw them. The din was terrific and the execution fearful.