Then Young Glory heard some shouting, but the roar of the sea prevented him from distinguishing the words.
The shouting continued.
"Traitor!"
This word came distinctly across the water.
"They've caught a spy," exclaimed Young Glory, quickly, to turn the men's thoughts away from himself. "Hurry up, lads, and you may get back in time to see the fun, for he'll have to die, that's sure."
Not another word reached the boat. Yet, Young Glory felt by no means safe. He knew that a boat might be sent off to overtake him, and then he was lost entirely.
But as the minutes passed, and he heard no sound of pursuing oars, he became easier in his mind.
To get out of possible danger from shore, he ordered the men to row out towards the sea, but here he was beaten. The waves ran high and the boats were in great danger of being swamped. Back to the shore again he had to go, and adhere to the original plan of creeping along by the beach.
The coast was rocky hereabout.
Suddenly above their heads a figure, which looked unnaturally tall in the darkness, rose on a great bowlder which overshadowed the water.