Jack had tried turtle soup, and seen an occasional one in a London shop, but here was a swarm that fairly astonished him.
"Shall we follow the path or try for the turtle?" asked Moss.
"Turtle, by all means," laughed Jack.
"I'm rather curious about that path," was the reply.
"Hang the path! I agree with Mr. Redland. Let us go for the turtle," said Phil, as he walked towards the boat.
They followed him, and were sauntering leisurely down when a strange whirring, hissing sound was heard, and a shower of spears fell all round them. This was followed by loud cries, and savage yells, and a crashing in the bush behind them.
"Run for it!" yelled Moss, and they raced down the beach for the boat.