"Sounded like it." "It's the cap'n firing, for a joke, to let us know he heard us," Weymouth suggested.
"Oh! he wouldn't do that," replied Raed.
"Of course he wouldn't!" exclaimed Donovan.

"He ain't that sort of a man!" "That's a summons!" said Wade, coming hurriedly back up the rocks; for he and Kit were a little ahead.

"Put for the top of the ledges up here! We can see from there!" We had got twenty yards, perhaps, when a second loud report made the rocks rattle to it.
"There's trouble!" exclaimed Wade at my heels, as we climbed up the steep side.
An undefinable fear had blanched all our faces.

Scarcely had the echoes of the gun died out among the crags when another heavier report made the islet jar under our feet.
"Oh, there!" exclaimed Raed despairingly.
Donovan was a step ahead; but Kit and I sprang past him now.

Another shelving incline of forty or fifty yards, and the blue sea burst into view over the rocks.