"Couldn't ve pick off some oof dose fellers mit der rifles?" queried Carl.
"We could," replied Dick, "but we're not going to. We've got the right of this, now, and if we shot anybody we'd be in the wrong almost as much as Sixty. We'll let the old scoundrel play his hand, and see what it amounts to."
The boys could see that those on the schooner had loaded both guns. Two men stood by ready to fire them, but neither was discharged.
"Vy don'd dey shoot?" asked Carl. "Vat vas dey hanging pack for?"
"Ah!" muttered Dick, "they're getting a couple of boats in the water."
"Vat does dot mean?"
"They're going to close in. Get your rifle, Carl. From the looks of things, mate, we're going to have hot work."
"Ve don'd surrenter?"
"I'm a Britisher, and I don't know the word!" answered Dick.