feet and presenting a pair of promising looking fists to the two
others who had quickly come to their comrade's assistance.

"Hold on a minute," suggested the one they had called Phil. "Let's
get the straight of this thing first and fight afterwards. You say
you don't belong on the island?" he asked, turning to Dave.

"We certainly don't. We were trying to get onto it without being
seen. That's why we were skulking along that way."

"Trying to get onto it? You haven't any boat."

"We could swim, couldn't we?"

"But what do you want to get onto the island for? Where are you
from, anyhow?"

"None of your particular business," snapped Dave, but Jerry answered
as well as he could with his shortness of breath--he too was
"stomached" by a stout boy of his own size:

"Watertown."

"Know anybody there by the name of Tod Fulton? He's a cousin of
mine--why, what's the matter?" for the three boys had cried out in
dismay.

"Why--why--he's the boy we're after. He's our chum," stammered Jerry
at last.