A Ghostly Figure Leaped at Tom and Dealt a Heavy Blow
“I’ll not command you,” was the slow and steady answer. “But if you two wish to volunteer for the task, I shall not stop you.
“I’ll take care of Tom,” she added. “There are fishermen near who will help me.”
One minute more and the two girls were rowing rapidly toward the Seagull that was to fly them into new perils.
On Black Knob the battle lines were forming. Never had a band of Indians, in the days long since gone, moved more swiftly or silently than the island’s defenders. And they were bent on swift vengeance.
Driven on by an irresistible impulse, Betty followed the last man, the one with a crutch.