"They'll not stay long on the beach there when they see where we're going," remarked Matt grimly.
"They've stopped their firing now, old ship," cried Dick, "and are rushing back into the bushes as fast as they can scramble."
"It has probably dawned upon them that we're planning to run off with the Pom," said Matt. "Quick work, now, and we'll win the day, and cut these Sons of the Rising Sun out of our future calculations."
The propeller was churning the waters like mad, and Glennie was laying a safe course to round the point and bring the Grampus close to the Pom.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
PLUCK THAT WINS.
By the time that the Grampus got around the point and was plunging onward, with "a bone in her teeth," straight for the Pom, Matt had recovered his breath and was ready to play his part in the rest of the work.
"Make a circle around the stern of the Pom, Glennie," said Matt, peering shoreward to see if there were any signs of the Japs coming down the south side of the ridge. "That will give Dick a chance to jump to the deck of the other craft."
"I'll do it, Matt," replied Glennie.