He stood regarding them with inquiring, suspicious eyes until the boys grew restless under his scrutiny.
"Well, you needn't look at us that way," declared George, flushing under the steady, disconcerting gaze of the stranger.

"We don't know you and you don't know us, and I guess you don't own the island.

Come on, fellows." The boys started away, trudging thoughtfully towards home.

As for Jane McCarthy, the instant she reached the ground, she had scrambled to her feet and darted into the bushes, where she threw herself on the ground, breathing heavily, waiting for what might come.

What did come amazed her.