soon as they find where we are."

"Yes, but what is to become of us between to-night and that time? I am
half-starved to death, and must get something to eat pretty soon."

"Providence, that has preserved us so kindly thus far, will still watch
over us."

"There's one bad thing," remarked Tim, "them Injins will hang around the
shore, and it won't do for us to show ourselves niver a bit."

The faces of the two boys now blanched with fear, for they understood
the danger that threatened them. It was truly a fear-inspiring sight, as
they gazed out from their hiding-place in the direction of the sea. The
sun was partially down the horizon, and appeared unnaturally large,
while the gaunt Indians, in their fantastic costume, assumed the form of
giants striding along apparently on the gleaming surface of the ocean
itself. They were outlined with that sharp, black distinctness which is
seen when at night a fireman runs along the outer walls of a burning
building.

"Just to think!" said Elwood "we haven't a gun or a pistol with us."

"And I'm a little hungry, as the man said after fasting three waaks."

"Suppose they saw you?" said Howard.

"I ain't sure but what they did. They are looking in this direction, and
appear to be disputing about some matter."

There were grounds for this alarming view of the case. The Indians
numbered about a dozen, and half of these could be seen in a knot,
gesticulating in their extravagant manner, while the others were running
up and down the shore as if they had detected something interesting in
the surf.

"Are they looking at us?"

"There is such a glare, from the sun that I cannot tell whether their
faces or backs are toward us. Tim, what do you say?"

The Irishman gazed long and carefully over the face of the rock, and
finally said:

"They've seen something this way that has tuk their eye."

"They are moving, too."

"Maybe they've seen the dog, and are coming to look for us."

"Heaven save us!" exclaimed Tim, in some excitement, "there's no maybe
about it; they're coming, sure!"

CHAPTER IX.

THE PURSUIT.

It was not the first time that Tim O'Rooney made a mistake. The Indians
were excited over something, but as yet they held no suspicion that
three white persons stood behind them and could be so easily reached.
They were talking in a wild manner, and ran several rods from the beach,
when they suddenly paused and picked up an object over which they
quarreled and