the conversation, and again he and Cuffer took to their heels.
"Mind the warning!" called out Dick, and dropped almost out of sight behind a rock. At that same moment Tom and Sam appeared from behind a rock far to the left.
"Mind that warning!" they cried. "Remember, we are ten to four!"
"There are two more of 'em," cried Shelley.
"Confound the luck, what sort of a game is this anyway?" said Sid Merrick, much chagrined.
"Well, it is more than we expected," answered Shelley. "I, for one, don't care to risk being shot down. I reckon they have the bulge on us, if there really are ten of 'em."
"I've seen but five—the three ahead and the two over yonder."
"There are two more!" answered Shelley and pointed to another rock, to which Sam and Tom had just crawled. "That makes seven."
"Go back, I tell you," warned Dick. "We'll give you just two minutes in which to make up your mind. If you don't go back we'll start to shoot!"
"Come on back!" cried Tad, from a safe distance. "Don't let them shoot you, Uncle Sid!"
"We'll go back to our ship," called out Sid
