Jerry showed by his actions that he did not wish to talk any longer on the score of his adventures. He kept looking toward the cabin suggestively.
“What do we do now, fellows? Want to trek back to the shore and leave these two in peace?” he asked.
“Not for me,” answered Bluff, readily enough; “I say that after the way they held you a prisoner it’s our duty to turn the tables on the rascals. We’ve got ’em in a hole, and all we have to do is to wait until Mr. Dodd comes.”
Jerry glanced inquiringly toward Frank.
“Yes, we heard whistles a bit ago, and imagine the posse must have landed. If we could only communicate with them in some way now, and get them to come here, we might hold the fort meanwhile.”
Frank looked at Tom Somers as he spoke. The other could not mistake his meaning.
“Oh! I’ll go, all right, if so be you write a little note to the sheriff. Him an’ me ain’t on the best terms, I reckon,” grinned that worthy.
“Done. Got a pencil with you, Bluff—mine seems to have disappeared.”
The pencil being forthcoming, Frank dashed off a few lines to Mr. Dodd, and signed his name.
“Sure you can get to the beach, Tom?” he asked.