He gave one more glance at the men and then he ran, clumsily, but with a speed made desperate by terror.

He made straight for the rocks--and at that, two of the men, at a word from their leader, raised their rifles and fired.

And with a shriek that set all the echoes ringing, the sea-birds screaming, and made Audrey clap her hands to her ears, Chatfield threw up his arms and dropped heavily on the sands.
"That's sheer murder!" exclaimed Vickers, as the yachtsmen came running up.

"You'll answer for that, you know.

Unless you mean to murder all of us." The leader, a smiling-faced fellow, touched his cap respectfully, and grinned from ear to ear.
"Lor' bless you, sir, we shot twenty feet over his head!" he said.