"Do you see anything?" cried Clif.
All that could be made out was a line of bushes and undergrowth, marking the beginning of the woods.
But out of it came a confused babel of shouts, as if a whole army were there and had been suddenly alarmed.
"They'll head us off!" gasped the sailor.
But they stood still for only a second; now was no time to delay.
The pursuers in the rear were drawing closer every instant.
There was only one thing left. They were shut off in two directions, but off to each side——
"Come!" gasped Clif.
And the sailors whirled about and followed him in the new direction. It was a hopeless hope, but it was not yet time to give up.
And so for perhaps a hundred yards they raced on. They had heard a shout behind them, and saw the Spaniards running out from the woods, both in front and behind.