"Let him keep it.

He'll have trouble enough presently.

It's very evident they mean to have him." Chatfield heard the last few words and looked round at the edge of the surf.

The boat had grounded on the shingle, and half a dozen men had leapt from it and were coming rapidly up the beach.
"Armed, by George!" exclaimed Copplestone.

"No chance for you, Chatfield!" The agent suddenly sprang to his feet with a howl of terror.