His voice shut off in a terrified gurgle. A strong hand forcibly sealed his lips and two pairs of muscular arms held him powerless, while Percy, darting from the cabin with a coil of rope, relieved him of his automatic and tied him firmly under Jim's whispered directions. Soon he, too, lay beside his comrades. "Shut the door a minute, Filippo!" ordered Jim. "Now," he continued, briskly, "I guess we've got 'em coppered. We'll do up that man in the fish-house in short order. By the way, Throppy, did you raise the cutter before the captain smashed your instrument?" "Don't know," answered Stevens. "I was so busy calling for help that I didn't wait for any reply." "We'll know before midnight," said Jim. "Take Parsons's automatic, Perce, and come along with Budge and myself. Throppy, you stay here with Filippo and help guard these fellows." He glanced at the sullen three lying bound on the floor. "Don't look as if they could make much trouble. Still, it's better for somebody to keep an eye on 'em." Jim, Budge, and Percy stepped out and closed the door. The shouting from the _Barracouta_ kept on with undiminished vigor. Appeals and threats jostled one another in the verbal torrent. "Let 'em yell themselves hoarse," whispered Jim. "It won't do 'em any good." The fish-house was near. A lighted lantern hung just inside the open door. Near it stood the fourth smuggler, peering anxiously out; behind him huddled the Chinamen. He gave an exclamation of relief as he saw Jim's figure approaching through the fog. "I'm glad--" He stopped short, frozen with surprise, at the sight of the three boys. Swiftly his hand darted toward his left coat pocket. "None of that, Shane!" commanded Jim, sharply. "Put 'em up!" The three automatics in the boys' hands showed the guard that resistance was useless. He obeyed sulkily. "Feel in his pocket, Perce, and take his revolver! No, the other side! He's left-handed." Percy secured the weapon. Escorting Shane to the camp, they soon had him safely trussed. Brittler was bellowing like a mad bull. "Now for Dolph and the skipper! Guess the three of us are good for 'em!" Leaving the four smugglers in the custody of Throppy and Filippo, the other boys proceeded down to the water. The shouting suddenly ceased. A rope splashed. "They've cast off the mooring!" exclaimed Jim. Another unmistakable sound. "Now they're rocking the wheel to start her!" Percy felt for the spark-plugs in his pocket. "They'll rock it some time!" They did. At last they stopped. There was a muttered consultation, inaudible to the listening ears on shore. "Might as well wind the thing up now!" observed Jim in an undertone. "On board the sloop!" he hailed. "It's all off, Captain! We've got your four men tied up, and we've got their revolvers. You and Dolph might as well give it up. Throw your guns in on the beach, and we'll come out and get you, one at a time!"