lowed him. They had just done this when there came a cry from Dick:
"Two boats are putting off from that other vessel! Each of them is filled with men!"
"Are they coming ashore or going to my yacht?" demanded Captain Barforth.
"They are heading for the yacht!"
"They intend to capture the Rainbow!" groaned Mr. Rover. "Oh, if only we were on board!"
In his anxiety to see what was being done, he climbed the tree and so did the captain. Then the others came up, the tree being large and strong even at the top and capable of holding a good weight.
"If those rascals try to take my vessel I'll have them all hung!" roared Captain Barforth, and trembled with rage. "Oh, if only I was on board!" And he clenched his fists.
"Look! look!" ejaculated Dick, who had the spyglass. "I think—yes, the Rainbow is moving!"
"Moving!" came from the others.
"Yes, and she is turning away from the other vessel and from those in the rowboats!"
"Let me see," said the captain and took the spyglass. "You are right, Dick. The Rainbow is running away from them!"
