CHAPTER XXII.
THE SEA FIGHT.
When Jake entered the camp it was fairly light, and as Sam looked at him he caught a glimpse of the file of soldiers in the thicket, three or four hundred yards away.
He knew what it meant.
"We're about to leave this place, Jake," said Sam, as the boys stowed the last of their things in the boat, "we're about to leave this place, and you're just in time.

Get in." "Well, but where--" began the culprit.
"Get in," interrupted Sam, who stood with one of the rifles in his hands.
Jake hesitated, and was indeed upon the point of running away, when Sam, placing the muzzle of his gun almost against Jake's breast, said:-- "Get into the boat instantly, or I'll let daylight through you, sir." There was no help for it, and Jake obeyed.
Sam quickly cast the boat loose, and as he did so, the Lieutenant discovered his purpose, and started his men at a full run toward the camp.
Sam pushed the boat off and, taking his place in the stern, took the helm.
"Hoist the sail, quick!" he said; and the sail went up in a moment.

A strong breeze was blowing and the sail quickly bellied in the wind.
"Lie down, every man of you," cried Sam, but without setting the example.

A moment later a shower of bullets whistled around his ears.
He had seen that the soldiers were about to fire upon him, and had ordered his companions to lie down, confident that the thick solid sides of the boat would pretty effectually protect them.
As for himself, he must take the chances and navigate his boat.

The soldiers were not move than fifty yards from him when they fired but luckily they failed to hit him.
"Now for a run!" he exclaimed.