youth, and then he dropped down again and rolled over to where Roger was lying. He shook his chum and at the same time placed a hand over the other's mouth.
"Roger! Don't make any noise!" he whispered. "Somebody is coming here in the dark."
The senator's son awoke and heard what was said. Then, as Dave took away his hand, he whispered:
"Where is he? Who is it?"
"There he is," and Dave pointed with his hand. "I don't know who it is, but I guess it is one of Link's crowd."
"I'll wake up Phil, and we can watch the rascal," said Roger, and this was done, although not without difficulty, for the shipowner's son was inclined to give a yell when aroused from such a sound slumber.
"Who—who is it?" he stammered. "Say, maybe we had better get our pistols ready! " And he felt for his weapon.
"I've got mine all ready," answered Dave.
"And here is mine," whispered Roger. "If that fellow thinks he is coming here unseen, won't he be surprised!"
"Hush!" came softly from Dave. "Look behind him! There is a second fellow coming!"
Our hero was right, a second figure had emerged from the shadow of some rocks. The two per-
