"Just as I feared!" groaned Dick. "Lesher and the others have begun the attack!"
"Then we'll have to be careful how we land," said old Jerry. "If we aint, we may run right into 'em!"
There was no moon, but the stars shone brightly, so the beach line was dimly visible in the distance. Standing up in the bow, Tom saw a flash of fire from the jungle below the house, and heard the crack of a firearm. Then he saw some dark forms running along the beach.
"Our party is making for the cave!" he cried. "We had better turn in that direction."
Several other shots followed, but they could not tell if anybody was hit. In the distance several rum-crazed sailors were yelling like so many Indians.
Bostwick came to his senses just as the sand was reached.
"Whe—where am I?" he asked feebly. "Oh, my feet!"
"We have brought you with us, Bostwick," answered Dick. "Keep still, and we will do what we can for you."
As soon as possible they took the hurt man up, and all started for the entrance to the cave.
"Who goes there?" cried a voice out of the darkness.
